Collected by Iola Stone For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Iola Stone
Sung by Mrs. Susie Wasson Springdale, Arkansas August 8, 1959
Reel 284, Item 3
You ask what makes this darky weak,
Why he like others are 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,
May cause you all to drop a tear,
On the grave of my sweet Kitty Wells.
While the birds were singing in the morning, Myrtle and the Ivy were in bloom,
And the sun Ore the hill tops was dawning Was there we laid her in the tomb.
For death came in my cabin door,
And took from me my joy and pride,
And when I found she was no more,
I laid my banjo down and cried.
The Springtime has no charm for me,
Though flowers are blooming in the dell,
But that dear form I do not see,
Is the form of my sweet Kitty Wells.
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