Emily Singleton: Clips/Lyrics

The westward sun burned in my eyes, the day I left my home,
My husband felt it would be best to leave all that I’d known.

But my heart yearned to stay in that place, where our love had begun,
But duty called to follow my man, into a westward sun.

Follow the long journey, follow the long journey,
follow the long journey home.

Near half-way there, the fever swept, taking all the men in our lives,
taking brothers from sisters, fathers from children and husbands from their wives,

Determined to follow the dreams of our men, now laid in their graves to rest,
with hearts so heavy and burdened by grief,we turned our wagons to the west.

Follow the long journey, follow the long journey,
follow the long journey home.

Vocal Interlude

Follow the long journey, follow the long journey,
follow the long journey home.

The sun now sets in the Willamette Valley, on the land my man will never know,
My memory returns to that unmarked grave, where in my mind I see the wildflowers grow.

No more to wander the prairie lands, nor in the dry desert to roam,
We had crossed the high mountains, and forged rivers deep, we had followed the long journey home.