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we met in the springtime
when the blossoms unfold
the pastures were green
and the meadows were gold
our love was in flower
as summer grew on
her love like the leaves
now have withered and gone
the roses have faded
there's frost at my door
the birds of the morning
don't sing anymore
the grass in the valley
is starting to die
and out in the darkness
the whippoorwills cry

alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord if you hear me
please hold my hand
o please understand

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 was a plaything
that she threw away

the darkness has fallen
the sky has turned gray
the hound in the distance
is starting 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 if you hear me
please hold my hand
o please understand

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