Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Lonesome Dove 3

Lonesome Dove 3

Lonesome Dove 3

So far away from friends and home
There's one so dear to me
There's one forever in my mind
And that fair one is she

Come back, come back, my own true love
And stay awhile with me
For if ever I had a friend on this earth
You have been a friend to me

Hush up, hush up, my own true love
For I hate to hear you cry
For the best of friends on earth must part
And so must you and I

Don't you see that lonesome dove
That flies from pine to pine
She's mourning for her own true love
Just like I mourn for mine

O don't you see the crow fly high
She turns both black and white
If ever I prove false to you
The day will turn to night

O take this ring I will to thee
And wear it on your right hand
And think of my poor aching heart
When I'm in a foreign land
from Sharp, English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians
collected from Ellie Johnson in Hot Springs NC in 1916
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