Down the mountains, through the valley, runs a river deep and wide. I can see her cross the water, over on the other side. She is laughing, she is smiling, as she waves her hands to me. She's my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee. When the winter time is over, and the season turns to spring, and fields of green as clover, I will hear the robins sing. The dogwoods will be holding forth in all their majesty, for my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee. She's my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee. She's as pretty as a princess in her fancy finery. When she puts her arms around me, it means all the world to me. She's my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee. Bluebonnets grow in Texas, they are lovely I am sure. But when I'm with my lily, I could long for nothing more. The moon, the sun, the stars that shine in heaven's gallery. Love my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee. She's my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee. She's as pretty as a princess in her fancy finery. When she puts her arms around me, it means all the world to me. She's my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee. She's my lily of the valley, from the state of Tennessee.