Cora is Gone
Wind through the night blowing so lonesome
Singing to me her song;
The old whippoorwill whispers this warning
Pretty girls have hearts made of stone.
cho: I awake with the blues at dawn
My darling Cora is gone,
I don't know why she told me goodbye
But my darling Cora is gone.
I bought her a ring to wear on her finger
Purchased her raiment so fine,
Gave her my last green-back dollar
And now she has left me behind.
Drifting along like brush on a river
Caring not where I may roam,
Going to live in the deep forest
Dark hollows will be my new home.
RG
oct96
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!