Sung by Mrs. W. M. Klinger
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 9, 1954
The Death Of Floyd Collins
Come listen all you people, a story I will tell,
The fate of Floyd Collins, a lad we all knew well,
His face was fair and handsome, his heart was true and brave,
His body now lies sleepin', in a lonely sandstone cave.
Dear mama, don't be weary, dear Papa, don't be sad,
I'll tell you all my trouble, in an awful dream I had,
I dreamed I was a prisoner, my life I could not save,
I cried, Oh must I perish, within this silent cave?
But on the fatal morning, the sun rose in the sky,
The workers they were busy, we'll save him by and by,
But, oh how sad the ending, his life they could not save,
His body now lies sleeping, in a lonely sandstone cave.
Now people, all take warning, of Floyd Collins fate,
And get right with your Maker, before it is too late,
It may not be a sandcave in which we find our doom,
But at the bars of Judgment, we too, shall find our doom.
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C. Parler
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