I pleaded and I cried, but she’d made up her mind You get awful worn down when every dream you’ve had has died She left on a train in the morning It was the coldest of all days Oh, the Lord taketh away, taketh away
The house was in a slumber, the moon was flying high You held her even after, you cried all through the night We laid her by the oak tree We sang to God and we prayed
Winter is no friend of mine—she’s cold and mean as they come Stops in every now and then, leaves you feeling numb She took that piece of land from us She took off faster than she came
The kids were young and we were tired, but we loved God and we prayed Good weather came with spring, you’d lie awake and you’d sing to me There was shouting on the hills of Georgia, There was thanking God and giving praise But the Lord taketh away, taketh away
Oooooo
There was shouting on the hills of Georgia There was thanking God and giving praise