The wind is blowing 'round the cabin,
I hate to hear that lonesome sound,
I'm all alone and so down hearted,
Since my true love she ain't around.
I hate to see the sun a sinking,
Another night to toss and turn,
Another night to dream about her,
Another night for her I yearn.
She had no cause to go and leave me,
For I had never done her wrong,
She left our home and little children,
And with another she has gone.
The children they are soundly sleeping,
No they don't know that their mother's gone,
What can I do when they awaken,
I can't tell them that their mother's wrong.
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