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LONESOME DOVE 3 So far away from friends and home There's one so dear to me There's one forever in my mind And that fair one is she Come back, come back, my own true love And stay awhile with me For if ever I had a friend on this earth You have been a friend to me Hush up, hush up, my own true love For I hate to hear you cry For the best of friends on earth must part And so must you and I Don't you see that lonesome dove That flies from pine to pine She's mourning for her own true love Just like I mourn for mine O don't you see the crow fly high She turns both black and white If ever I prove false to you The day will turn to night O take this ring I will to thee And wear it on your right hand And think of my poor aching heart When I'm in a foreign land @love @parting see alsoÿSTRMOCAN,ÿTENTHMIL from Sharp, English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians collected from Ellie Johnson in Hot Springs NC in 1916 filename[ TURTDOV3 SOF |
Lonesome Dove 3 (Midi made from the notation in English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians (Oxford University Press, 1952).) |
