WE MET IN
THE SPRINGTIME
WHEN BLOSSOMS
UNFOLD
THE PASTURES
WERE GREEN
AND THE MEADOWS
WERE GOLD
OUR LOVE WAS
IN FLOWER
AS SUMMER GREW ON
HER LOVE LIKE
THE LEAVES NOW HAVE
WITHERED AND GONE
THE ROSES HAVE FADED
THERE'S FROST
AT MY DOOR
THE BIRDS IN THE
MORNING
DON'T SING ANYMORE
THE GRASS
IN THE VALLEY
IS STARTING TO DIE
AND OUT IN
THE DARKNESS
THE WHIPPOORWILLS
CRY
ALONE AND FORSAKEN
BY FATE AND BY MAN
OH LORD IF YOU
HEAR ME
PLEASE HOLD TO
MY HAND
OH PLEASE UNDERSTAND
OH WHERE HAS SHE
GONE TO
OH WHERE CAN SHE BE
SHE MAY HAVE
FORSAKEN
SOME OTHER LIKE ME
SHE PROMISED
TO HONOR
TO LOVE AND OBEY
EACH VOW WAS
A PLAYTHING
THAT SHE THREW AWAY
THE DARKNESS
IS FALLING
THE SKY HAS
TURNED GRAY
A HOUND IN
THE DISTANCE
IS STARTING TO BAY
I WONDER I WONDER
WHAT SHE'S
THINKING OF
FORSAKEN FORGOTTEN
WITHOUT ANY LOVE
ALONE AND FORSAKEN
BY FATE AND BY MAN
OH LORD IF YOU HEAR ME
PLEASE HOLD TO
MY HAND
OH PLEASE UNDERSTAND