Is it true that I’ve lost you?
Am I not the only one?
After all this pain and sorrow,
Darling think of what you’ve done.
Heart to heart dear how I need you,
Like the flowers need the dew,
Loving you has been my life dear,
I can’t believe we’re really through.
I’ll go back to old Virginia,
Where the mountains meet the sky,
In those hills I learned to love you,
Let me stay there till I die.
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