Lyricist: Hank Williams
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
We [Am] met in the springtime when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the [E7] meadows were [Am] gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now has [E7] withered and [Am] gone.
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't [E7*] sing any-[Am] more
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the [E7] whippoorwills [Am] cry.
A-[F] lone and forsaken by [C] fate and by man
Oh, Lord, if You hear me please [Am] hold to my hand
Oh, [E7] please under-[Am] stand.
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 bey
I wonder, I wonder - what she's thinking of
Forsaken, forgotten - without any love.
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