Collected by Sung by Mrs. Mary S. Brisco
Mary Celestia Parler High, Ark.
Feb. 2, 1954
Reel 186 Item 4
Shivering in the Cold
The thoughts of my childhood I remember today,
I was happy and beloved but I wandered away.
I was taught by my mother who sleep beneath the stone,
And corrected by my mother, but I wandered alone.
Yes alone; all alone;
How I feel I'm growing old
Yet I wandered, oh how lonely,
I am shivering in the cold.
I remember, too, the maiden, and my heart bleeds to t e l l,
How I love ( l o s t / ) her devotion, but on this I cannot dwell, /shon
We were wedded, our path was pleasant, then the star of fortune
At last I tuck to drinking, now I wander alone.
I remember, too, my children, how they climbed upon my knee,
How I kissed my l i t t l e darlings in the days when I was free,
But I squandered a l l my fortune, and I'm now without a home,
And I know i t ' s a l l from drinking that I wander alone.
Oh, can I break this bondage, this awful chain in twain?
Can I escape the shackles, can I be free again?
Oh, help me, friend of temperance, while my body ' t i s untold,
And I wander lone and friendless, shivering in the cold.
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