We met in the springtime when 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 has withered and gone.
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing any more
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
Oh, Lord, if you hear me, please, hold to my hand
Oh, please, understand
Oh, where has she gone to, oh, 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 is falling, the sky has turned gray
A 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
Oh, Lord, if you hear me, please, hold to my hand
Oh, please, understand
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