I
Valleys white with snow
Elk they're going round the bend
Cotton grass prairies
II
Do cotton prairie
Maidens sit at their big looms
Quilting the new moon
III
Cotton picking days
There coming— darling keeps me
Warm this cold dark night
IV
Ah, warm gossamer
Mountain cotton grass—my soul
Summits grey rain clouds
V
I fell for Venus
In cotton starry prairies
Like elk bedding down
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