How the sad wind moans on Kentucky Mountain
And the rain is falling in her face
And by her side in the lonely graveyard
I want to lie down and take my place
She sleeping on Kentucky Mountain
And the rain is falling in her face
And by her side when this life is over
I’ll lay me down and take my place
We fell in love there in the mountains
Our love was beautiful and free
She was so young when the maker called her
I guess she was not meant for me
I’m like a lonesome dove at twilight
As she flies around from tree to tree
My aching heart is full of sorrow
Since never more my love I’ll see