1.

Winds through the night blowing so lonesome,
Singing to me a song,
A whippoorwill call is just a reminder,
Pretty girls have hearts made of stone.

chorus:

I'll wake with the blues at dawn,
My darling Cora is gone,
I don't know why she told me goodbye,
But my darling Cora is gone.

2.

The ring that she wears upon her finger,
Purchased her raiments so fine,
Gave her my last green back dollar,
And now she's left me behind.

3.

Drifting along like a brush on a river,
Caring not where I roam,
Going to live in a deep forest,
Dark hollow will be my new home.