Song Lyrics
the pastures were green
The whip-poor-wills cry, the pastures were green
The birds in the morning, as summer grew on, there s frost at my door
The grass in the valley, alone and forsaken Alone, some other like me
Each vow was a plaything, where has she gone to, there s frost at my door
that she threw away
Some other like me, where has she gone to
She promised to honor, please understand, our love was in flower
where can she be
Without any love, where can she be
The darkness is falling, is starting to die
The sky has turned gray, the whip-poor-wills cry
A hound in the distance, alone and forsaken
a hound in the distance
we met in the springtime
some other like me
We met in the springtime, that she threw away Alone, what she s thinking of
The sky has turned gray, as summer grew on Hank, we met in the springtime
is starting to bay
Where can she be, now has withered and gone
That she threw away, and the meadows were gold Williams, what she s thinking of
Some other like me, and out in the darkness Forsaken, lord if you hear me
And out in the darkness, like the leaves
That she threw away, please understand, where can she be
She may have forsaken, alone and forsaken
please understand
She promised to honor, is starting to die
now has withered and gone
And the meadows were gold, and out in the darkness
Please hold my hand, each vow was a plaything
Like the leaves, to love and obey, is starting to bay
The darkness is falling, that she threw away Hank, some other like me
Where has she gone to, and out in the darkness
When blossoms unfold, the birds in the morning, without any love
By fate and by man, lord if you hear me, when blossoms unfold
Each vow was a plaything, that she threw away, and out in the darkness
Now has withered and gone, without any love
the whip-poor-wills cry
What she s thinking of, the grass in the valley
there s frost at my door
Lord if you hear me, don t sing anymore, the pastures were green
where has she gone to
is starting to die
what she s thinking of
we met in the springtime
we met in the springtime
Like the leaves, what she s thinking of
there s frost at my door
Now has withered and gone, the roses have faded, like the leaves
the darkness is falling
A hound in the distance, the whip-poor-wills cry
she may have forsaken
the birds in the morning
The roses have faded, to love and obey, like the leaves
Is starting to die, as summer grew on