The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry

                      Hank Williams

She says she's had enough of cowboy boots and pick-up trucks
Enough of checkered shirts and dark blue eyes
Goin' back to being a rich man's wife
And I'm just dreamin'

                      Fred J. Eaglesmith

They say we are weathered with age Maggie
Like spray by the wild breakers flung,
But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie
When you and I were young.

                      James Johnson (?)