Found this longer version of the song in Digitrad Database:


THE DEATH OF FLOYD COLLINS
Written by: Rev. Andrew Jenkins and Irene Spain

Oh, come, all you young people, and listen while I tell
The fate of Floyd Collins, a lad we all know well.
His face was fair and handsome, his heart was true and brave.
His body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

How sad, how sad the story; it fills our eyes with tears.
Its memories, too, will linger for many, many years.
A broken-hearted father, who tried his boy to save,
Will now weep tears of sorrow at the door of Floyd's cave.

Oh! Mother, don't you worry; dear Father, don't be sad.
I'll tell you all my troubles in an awful dream I had.
I dreamed that I was prisoner; my life I could not save.
I cried, "Oh, must I perish within this silent cave?"

"Oh, Floyd," cried his mother, "Don't go, my son, don't go.
'Twould leave us broken-hearted if this should happen so."
Though Floyd did not listen, advice his mother gave,
So his body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

His father often warned him from follies to desist.
He told him of the danger and of the awful risk;
But Floyd would not listen to the oft advice he gave,
So his body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

Oh, how the news did travel! Oh, how the news did go!
It traveled through the papers and over the radio.
A rescue party gathered; his life they tried to save,
But his body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

The mining experts gathered; they sought to find a plan
To lift poor Floyd's body from far beneath the sand;
And oh, how they did struggle with hearts brave and stout,
But the cave that swallowed Collins would never let him out.

The rescue party labored; they worked both night and day
To move the mighty barrier that stood within the way.
To rescue Floyd Collins, this was their battle cry:
"We'll never, no, we'll never let Floyd Collins die."

But on that fatal morning, the sun rose in the sky.
The workers still were busy. "We'll save him by and by."
But, oh how sad the ending! His life could not be saved.
His body then was sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

Young people, oh, take warning from Floyd Collins' fate
And get right with your Maker before it is too late.
It may not be a sand cave in which we find our tomb,
But at the bar of judgment, we too must meet our doom.


Have a recording by Vernon Dalhart but does not include all above verses