by Marilla Hess

The shadows green alas are falling,
The night hawk finds a song,
And purple mountains silent settle,
While Shenandoah rolls along,
Rolls along, you river, rolls along.

The distant hills away are calling,
Rising stars around us beckon,
And western plains away are reaching,
While Shenandoah rushes on,
Rushes on, you river, rushes on.

O Eastern home, o native valleys,
Far away, the call rings strong,
Across the deep Missouri River,
While Shenandoah sings along,
Sings along, you river, sings along.

Marilla loves new adventures, old folk songs, travel, and watching people overcome their fears.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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