Every night when the sun goes in
I hang down my head and mournful cry
True love don't weep, true love don't mourn.
True love don't weep, nor mourn for me,
I'm going away to Marble Town.

I wish to the Lord, that train would come,
to take me back where I come from.
I wish to the Lord, my Babe was born
A-sitting upon his Papa's knee
And me poor girl was dead and gone
And the green grass growing over me."

Music and Lyrics. Trad. USA

Arrangement: Anders Nyberg

A song from the Southern Appalachian mountains in the USA. In mood and sentiment it is closely related to the later Blues.

A strong, beautiful and blues-ful lament on life and death.