Lyrics:

One mornin', one mornin' as work I begun

What did I see ridin' out of the sun

On the road from Lexington



One rider, one rider beatin' the breeze

Down on his saddle, low to his knees

Comin' through my willow trees



Now closer, the terrible work of the gun

Was stiffened and black where his blood all had run

But I knew my wayward son



One mornin', one mornin' the boy of my breast

Came to my door unable to rest

Even in the arms of death