Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Lonesome Roving Wolves

Lonesome Roving Wolves

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
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