There was a young woman named Hazel Bennett,|
Born in a sod house in the Oklahoma Territory,
Grew up in Buffalo, South Dakota.
At the age of 16 she went out as a hired girl.
Whenever a family had a new-born baby,
Hazel would come and keep house for the family.
She listened to the lullabyes that the mothers sang to the new-born babies,
And she wrote them down in her book and in her heart.
Hazel's hands built the fire before the dawn,Won't you think of the valley you're leaving--
Oh how lonely, how dreary it will be.
Just remember the Red River Valley,
And be true to your promise to me.
Oh Dakota Land, sweet Dakota Land,
Now I know there's ponies that I cannot ride,
Now if I had the wings of an angel,