"When The Mountains Cry"

A lilac comes on a poisoned thorn
It has roots dirty and torn
Youngin's a playin' as the black crow flies
Mama's weepin'
Hear the mountains cry

There was another, a wild dirt flower
Cold was her heart and as dark as dire
Tears on the ground where her love did die
‘Neath the bloody moon
Hear the mountains cry

Oh dig his grave, narrow and deep
Set a jug of whiskey by his thirsty feet
And lay two pennies on his roving eyes
Two women wailing, as the mountains cry

Oh the wind blows weary and the willows sigh
Rivers of sorrow when the mountains cry
Rivers of sorrow when the mountains cry