From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our path for a while

Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving
Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?
Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking
And the grief you are causing to me

As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
And the love we exchanged mid the flowers

by James Kerrigen in 1896

JARAMA VALLEY
LINCOLN BATTALION
Spanish Civil War song  1936 -1939

There's a valley in Spain called Jarama
It's a place that we all know so well;
It was there that we gave of our manhood
Where so many of our brave comrades fell.

We are proud of the Lincoln Battalion
And the fight for Madrid that it made,
There we fought like true sons of the people
As part of the Fifteenth Brigade.

We're the men of the Lincoln Battalion
And we're proud of the stand that we made
For we know that the people of the valley
Will remember the American Brigade

From this valley they say we are going
Do not hasten to bid us adieu
For though we've lost the battle for Jarama
We'll set this valley free

You will never find peace with the fascists
You will never know friends such as we
So remember the battle for Jarama
And the people who will set that valley free

There's a valley in Spain called Jarama
Its a place that we all know right well
For it's there that we fought with the fascists
And saw that pleasant valley turn to Hell

Now we're far from that valley of sorrow,
But its mem'ry we'll never forget,
In the midst of the struggles around us
Let's remember our glorious dead.

(Repeat 1st verse)

LA VALL DEL RIU VERMELL

Trobarem a faltar el teu somriure,
dius que em deixes te'n vas lluny d'aquí
però el record de la vall on vas viure
no l'esborra la pols del camí.

El teu front du la llum de l'albada,
ja no solquen dolors ni treballs
i el vestit amarat de rosada
és vermell com el riu de la vall.

Quan arribis a dalt la carena
mira el riu i la vall que has deixat
i aquest cor que ara guarda la pena
tan amarga del teu comiat.
 

En memoria de N.F.B.  (25 de Octubre de 1914 - 22 de Noviembre de 2001)
En memoria de J.P.A. (21 de Noviembre de 1914 - 2 de Enero de 2003)