[Yodelling]
If you listen a story I'll tell you,
Of a girl who once lived in this land;

A girl who was once my sweetheart,
She was know as The Blue Velvet Band.


On her cheeks was the first flush of nature,
Her beauty, it seemed to expand,
Her hair hung down in long tresses,

Tied back with a blue velvet band.

I can still see those tears as we parted,

Of my heart broken Blue Velvet Band;
As I left her I told her I'd never
Come back to my old home again.


Many years on the wide open spaces
Was all that my poor heart could stand,

Each night as I lay on my pillow,
I would dream of my Blue Velvet Band.


And one night as I lay on my pillow
Just thinking of mother and dad,
Like a flash by my bedside was standing

The form of my Blue Velvet Band.

I hurried next day to my sweetheart,

To ask her if she'd be my bride;
But when I met her old country people,
They told me my sweetheart has died.


We laid her to rest in the churchyard,
Midst the sweet smelling flowers of the land;

On her finger the ring I had bought her,
On her head was a blue velvet band.
[Yodeling]