The Folk Singer......Merle Kilgore.

He used to sing his songs to his Sarah Jane
The folk singer.
His songs filled with love made the mountains ring
To the folk singer.
At first Sarah Jane was to be his bride,
But as his fame gained she was pushed aside
Sweet mountain girl would say goodbye
To the folk singer.

He let his hair grow long and he dressed in style
The folk singer.
His voice was pure and the fans went wild
For the folk singer.
He said Sarah Jane was much too plain
So he left her alone as he gained more fame
But sorrow come like a mountain rain
To the folk singer.

Lavished in glory,fortune at his feet
The folk singer
Awoke one morning and he couldn't speak
The folk singer
The doctor said his singing days were through
Thousands wept,Sarah Jane did too
He could not sing,now his friends were few
The folk singer.

Sick at heart in the mountains again
The folk singer
Now Sarah Jane didn't look so plain
To the folk singer.
Now the power of love can do strange things
'Cos love has made him sing again
Only now he sings for his Sarah Jane
The folk singer.
And once again the mountains ring
To the folk singer.....the folk singer...

Song recorded by Tommy Roe 1963 on HMV pop1138
(I've still got this on a single)
Greetings John.