Rosalee

歌詞

Way down in old Kentucky state 'Twas many years ago I used to hunt the possum and the 'coon The old folks they would gather round and have a merry dance While the fiddles and the banjoes were in tune I'll never, never see again those happy days of yore And the little doggies rolling on the green The old folks and my Rosalee a-sittin' round the door Of my little old oak cabin my the stream Then the hang up the fiddle and the banjo on the wall Lay away the bumping tambourine Angels called away my Rosalee, the sweetest flower of all From my little old log cabin by the stream. The little cabin's empty now, and the river's rolling on And the willows wave above my Rosalee I sit beside her lonesome grave and cry because she's gone And wish I had her back again with me I know that in a better land I'll find my Rosalee I see her with the angels in my dream She'll be among that angel band that comes to carry me From my little old log cabin by the stream Then the hang up the fiddle and the banjo on the wall Lay away the bumping tambourine Angels called away my Rosalee, the sweetest flower of all From my little old log cabin by the stream.