Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
On one morning bright and clear
My old homestead I drew near
It's a village down in sunny Tennessee
I was speeding on a train
That would carry me back again
To that girl I loved in sunny Tennessee
You could hear those children singing
As she bid farewell to me
Far across the fields of cotton
My old homestead I could see
But as the moon rose in the glory
There I told the saddest story
To that girl I loved in sunny Tennessee
It has been but quite a few years
Since I kissed away her tears
As I left her at my dear old mother's side
And each day we've been apart
She's grown nearer to my heart
As the night I asked of her to be my bride
As the train run in at last
Those familiar scenes I passed
When I kissed my mother at the station door
When the crowd gathered round
Tears on every face I found
But I missed the one who I'd been waiting for
As I whispered "Mother dear
Where is Mary?" "She's not here."
All the world seems lonely, sadness came to me
As she pointed to a spot
In the little churchyard lot
Where my sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee