We met in the springtime when blossoms unfoldThe pastures were green and the meadows were goldOur love was in flower as summer grew onHer love like the leaves now have withered and goneThe roses have faded, there’s frost at my doorThe birds in the morning don’t sing anymoreThe grass in the valley is starting to dieAnd out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry
Alone and forsaken by fate and by manOh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my handOh, please understand
Oh, where has she gone to? Oh, where can she be?She may have forsaken some other like meShe promised to honor, to love, and obeyEach vow was a plaything that she threw awayThe darkness is falling, the sky has turned grayA hound in the distance is starting to beyI wonder, I wonder what she’s thinking ofForsaken, forgotten without any love
Alone and forsaken by fate and by manOh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my handOh, please understand