Lonesome Roving Wolves The Mormons were camped down by the green grove Where the clear waters flow from the mountains above The wind it approached, all chilly and cold And we listened to the howling of those lonesome roving wolves The groans of the dying were heard in our camp And the cold chilly frost, it was seen on our tent And the fear in our hearts can never be told As we listened to the howling of those lonesome roving wolves The grave of the stranger we left on the plain Down by the green grove, there forever to remain To remember his grave we left ashes and coals To hide him from the savages and the lonesome roving wolves But early next morning, just at the break of day The drums and the fifes did play our reveille Our mules were brought in, our baggage for to pull And now we'll bid adieu to those lonesome roving wolves From the singing of Rosalie Sorrels JN oct96
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