they call the house the risin' sun but the rooms are dark and dingy she packed her bags when the year was done, she won't be back again she's a-goin' home, back to carolina leavin' fiddler's rim behind her she gave her heart by the harvest moon to a fair-haired half-commanche but she plumb give up on the someday soons of a no-good gamblin' man she's a-goin' home, back to carolina leavin' fiddler's rim, and diamond jim behind her the sun sets down behind the hills, and the trees are driech and drowsy she wonders if he want her still, but it don't matter now she's a-goin' home, back to carolina leavin' fiddler's rim, and diamond jim, and her love for him behind her leavin' fiddler's rim, and diamond jim, and her love for him behind her