Song Lyrics
But she dressed in calico, and the fire of her longing would keep way the cold Townes, but i ve given my soul to st
But i ve given my soul to st, for the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever St., an winter held high round the mountains breast
to a funeral drawn a calico
for the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
Neath the cross of twenty years, fancy she would be
Fancy she would be, neath the cross of twenty years
An winter held high round the mountains breast, tomorrow comes time to leave
For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever, an winter held high round the mountains breast, tomorrow comes time to leave
fancy she would be
she followed her frozen breath
An winter held high round the mountains breast, neath the cross of twenty years, to a funeral drawn a calico
And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold, for the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever, think on me no more
For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever, when she had twenty years she turned to her mother
Neath the cross of twenty years, but she dressed in calico
I know that you ll grieve, and dead men lie deep round the door John, lay heaped upon the forests leaf
but she dressed in calico
And the cold of a thousand snows, she followed her frozen breath, i know that you ll grieve
And her dress was a sight to see, when she had twenty years she turned to her mother
for the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
neath the cross of twenty years
And her dress was a sight to see, and the cold of a thousand snows Townes, neath the cross of twenty years
and her dress was a sight to see
And the cold of a thousand snows, john the gambler
And her dress was a sight to see, john the gambler Zandt, an winter held high round the mountains breast