we met in the springtime

when the blossoms unfold

the pastures green

and the meadow gold

our love was in flower

as the summer grew on

her love like the leaves

have all withered and gone

roses have faded

and there's frost at my door

the bird of the morning

wont sing anymore

the grass in the valley

has started to die

and out in the darkness

the whippoorwill cry



alone and forsaken

by fate and by man

o lord if you hear me

take hold my hand



where has she gone to

where can she be

she may have forsaken

some other like me

she promised to honor

to love and obey

each vow a plaything

she threw away

the darkness has fallen

the sky turns gray

the hound in the distance

has started to bay

i wonder i wonder

what she's thinking of

forsaken forgotten

without any love



alone and forsaken

by fate and by man

o lord can you hear me

take hold my hand



alone and forsaken

by fate and by man

o lord can you hear me

take hold my hand



alone and forsaken

by fate and by man

o lord can you hear me

take hold my hand



please understand