Collected by Sue Holley and
Sung by Mr. Frank Poole Fayetteville, Arkansas August 4, 1959
Helen McAllister For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Sue Holley
and Helen McAllister
Reel 290, Item 12
Well, you ask what makes this darkie weep,
Why he like others am not gay,
What makes the tears flow down his cheeks From early morn till close of day:
My story darkies you shall hear,
For in my memory fresh it dwells,
And it’ll cause you all to shed a tear On the grave of my sweet Kitty Wells.
When the birds they were singing in the morning, And the myrtles and ivies were in bloom,
And the sun over was a-dawning,
It was then that I laid her in the tomb.
Well I sometimes wish that I were dead,
And laid beside her in the tomb,
For the sorrow that bows down my head Is silent in the midnight gloom.
Well the springtime has no charm for me,
Though flowers are blooming in the dells,
For that bright form I do not see,
It is the form of my sweet Kitty Wells.
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