| We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold
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| The pastures were green, and the meadows were gold
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| Our love was in flower as summer grew on
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| Her love, like the leaves, now have withered and gone
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| The roses have faded, there’s frost at my door
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| The birds in the morning don’t sing anymore
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| The grass in the valley is starting to die
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| And out in the darkness, the whippoorwills cry
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| Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
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| Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand
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| Oh, please understand
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| Oh where has she gone to, oh where can she be
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| She may have forsaken some other like me
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| She promised to honor, to love and obey
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| Each vow was a plaything that she threw away
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| Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
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| Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand
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| Oh, please understand
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| The darkness has fallen, the sky has turned gray
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| The hound in the distance is starting to bay
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| I wonder, I wonder what she’s thinking of
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| Forsaken, forgotten, without any love
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| Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
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| Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand
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| Oh, please understand
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| Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
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| Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand
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| Oh, please understand
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| Oh, please understand
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| Oh, please understand |