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KITTY WELLS Sung by: Almeda Riddle Recorded in Miller, AR 9/5/61 Click here to listen to the original recording Why he, like other folks, am not gay. Why do the tears pour down his cheek, From early dawn till close of day? My story, darkies, you shall know, For in . . . now my memory dwells. ‘Twill cause you all to drop a tear For the girl I loved, sweet Kitty Wells. While the birds were singing in the morning, And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom, The sun on the hilltop was dawning, Then we laid her in the tomb. I never shall forget the day That we together roamed the dells. I kissed her cheek and named the day That I would marry Kitty Wells, But death came to my cabin door, And took with him my joy and pride, And when I found she was no more, I laid my banjo down and cried. Oh, the birds, they were singing in the morning, The myrtle and the ivy were in bloom, The sun on the hilltop just dawning, Then we laid her in the tomb. I often wish that I were dead And laid beside her in the tomb. The sorrow that bows down my head, In silence of the midnight gloom. The springtime has no charm for me, Though the flowers are blooming in the dell, For the bright form that I long to see Is the form of my sweet Kitty Wells. Oh, the birds, they were singing in the morning, The myrtle and the ivy were in bloom, Sun on the hilltop just dawning, When we laid her in the tomb. Also found in Brown, Vol. III, #411. |
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