Words and music by Hank Williams,
Sr.
We [Am] met in the springtime when blossoms unfold The pastures were green and the [E7] meadows were [Am] gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on Her love like the leaves now has [E7] withered and [Am] gone.
The roses have faded,
there's frost at my door The birds in the morning don't [E7*] sing any-[Am] more The grass in the valley is starting to die And out in the darkness the [E7] whippoorwills [Am] cry.
Refrain A-[F] lone and forsaken by [C] fate and by man Oh,
Lord,
if You hear me please [Am] hold to my hand Oh,
[E7] please under-[Am] stand.
Oh,
where has she gone to,
oh,
where can she be She may have forsaken some other like me She promised to honor,
to love and obey Each vow was a plaything that she threw away.
The darkness is falling,
the sky has turned gray A hound in the distance is starting to bey I wonder,
I wonder - what she's thinking of Forsaken,
forgotten - without any love.
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