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