We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold
  The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
  Our love was in flower as summer grew on
  Her love, like the leaves, now has withered 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 whippoorwills die
  
  Alone and forsaken 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 forsaken 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
  Forsaken, forgotten, without any love