Leaves of Gold

Now, Talihina was a Princess...
or so they say the legend goes,
below that ole Buff'lo Mountain
where the Ouachita still flows.
There's a road among those mountains
where the wagon-trains once rolled...
and young lovers shared their secrets,
beneath the falling leaves of gold.

Left my home in Oklahoma
just a boy of seventeen...
to forget my heart was broken
by the Princess of my dreams.
Forty years can be a lifetime,
and a man too soon grows old...
when a maiden's voice still calls him,
from those falling leaves of gold.

Yes, Talihina was a Princess...
that’s how they say the legend goes,
Below that ole Buff'lo Mountain
where the Ouachita still flows.
There's a road among those mountains,
through Winding Stairs I used to know...
And ghostly voices whisper secrets,
caught in the fallen leaves of gold.