After traveling through this world of sorrow,
No one on earth to call my friend,
I’m on my way back to old Kentucky,
Where I met and loved but could not win.
I’ve always loved you little darling,
My heart will always feel the same,
I could never do one thing to hurt you,
I’d rather die than bring you shame.
When that cold dark shroud is wrapped around me,
They lay my weary head to rest,
Will you stand around and gaze upon me,
For I’m the one that loved you best.
When your golden hair is turned to silver,
The master calls your soul to heaven,
Where we can be free from all our troubles,
I’ll meet you there at journey’s end.
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