Sanoja: Hank Williams. Alone and Foresaken.

We met in the srpringtime,
when blossoms unfold.
The pastures were green,
and the meadows were gold.
Our love was in flower,
as summer drew on.
Her love like the leaves now,
has whithered 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 whipporwills cry.

[Chorus]
Alone and foresaken
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 foresaken
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.
Foresaken, forgotten
without any love.

[Repeat Chorus]