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We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold |
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The pastures were green and the meadows were gold |
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Our love was in flower as summer grew on |
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Her love like the leaves now has withered and gone. |
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The roses have faded, there's frost at my door |
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The birds in the morning don't sing anymore |
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The grass in the valley is starting to die |
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And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry. |
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Alone and forsaken by fate and by man |
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Oh, lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand |
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Oh, please understand. |
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Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she be |
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She may have forsaken some other like me |
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She promised to honor, to love and obey |
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Each vow was a plaything that she threw away. |
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The darkness is falling, the sky has turned gray |
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A hound in the distance is starting to "bay" |
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I wonder, I wonder - what she's thinking of |
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Forsaken, forgotten - without any love. |
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Alone and forsaken by fate and by man |