Coll. by Martha Cruse For M.C. Parler
Mrs. Jean Mc Dermond Little Rock, Ark. December 1959
Reel 320, Item 9
One Cold December Morning
One cold December morning when me and my love did part,
Great was the tribrelation and broken was her heart,
I'm going away to,Teave you, to leave you, my dear,
And don’t you forsaken me till from me you hear.
I wrote unto the foe (?)
When some foreign country I expect to leave you all When some foreign country and there I expect to stay It’s more than I or you or any other can say.
I get up in the morning and look towards the sky I point to the place where my own true-love lies Saying, if I had the wings of an angel, the pinion of a dove, I’d make my wings quiver, I’d fly to my love.
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