Jo Stafford

From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our path for a while
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the Red River Valley
And the one that has loved you so true

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving
Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?
Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking
And the grief you are causing to me

As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers

In the sleepy town of San Juanita
There's a story that a padre tells
Of a gay Senor and Senorita
And the serenade of the bells

Seems they asked the padre for permission
To be married early in the spring
But their folks had made just one condition
That the mission bells had to ring

Every one knew the bells were broken
And hadn't sounded for a long, long time
Then one night, the village was astounded
For the bells began to chime

Still the bells are broken, goes the story
But if in your heart, a true love dwells
They will ring for you in all their glory
That's the serenade of the bells

Every one knew the bells were broken
And hadn't sounded for a long, long time
Then one night, the village was astounded
For the bells began to chime

Still the bells are broken, goes the story
But if in your heart, a true love dwells
They will ring for you in all their glory
That's the serenade of the bells

From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our path for a while
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the Red River Valley
And the one that has loved you so true

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving
Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?
Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking
And the grief you are causing to me

As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers

In the sleepy town of San Juanita
There's a story that a padre tells
Of a gay Senor and Senorita
And the serenade of the bells

Seems they asked the padre for permission
To be married early in the spring
But their folks had made just one condition
That the mission bells had to ring

Every one knew the bells were broken
And hadn't sounded for a long, long time
Then one night, the village was astounded
For the bells began to chime

Still the bells are broken, goes the story
But if in your heart, a true love dwells
They will ring for you in all their glory
That's the serenade of the bells

Every one knew the bells were broken
And hadn't sounded for a long, long time
Then one night, the village was astounded
For the bells began to chime

Still the bells are broken, goes the story
But if in your heart, a true love dwells
They will ring for you in all their glory
That's the serenade of the bells