East Virginia


I was born in East Virginia,
North Carolina I did roam.
There I met a fair pretty maiden,
Her name and age I do not know.

Her hair it was of a brightsome color
Her cheeks they were of a rosy red.
On her breast she wore white lilies,
Where I long to lay my head.

I'd rather be in some dark holler,
Where the sun refuse to shine,
Than to see you wed another,
And to know that you'll never be mine.

When I'm dead and in my coffin,
With my feet turned towards the sun,
Come and sit beside me, darlin',
Come and think of the ways you've done.