Collected by Hubert Charles Peterson Sung by Fleecy Fox,
For M.C.Parler Leslie, Arkansas.
December 20, 1962.
Reel 427, Item 16
The time draws near, my dearest dear,
When you and I shall part.
The grief and woe you soon must know Of my poor troubled heart.
I wish that I could go with you Or you could tarry here.
Your company my dearest dear,
So charmin' unto me,
It makes me think when you're away That every day is three true love, and Every hour is ten.
It makes me weep when I shall sleep and say I've lost a friend.
The blackest crow my dearest dear, mmmm Soon shall turn to white.
If ever I prove false to you Bright days shall turn to night.
Bright day shall turn to night true love,
The elements shall mourn.
If ever I prove false to you,
The rugged sea shall burn.
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