Cat. #1171 (MFH #814) - As sung by O.B. Campbell, Vinita, Oklahoma on August 9, 1971
VERSE 1
O, who, O who, will be my friend
O, who will kiss my rosy lips
O, who will love my little white hand
While he is in that foreign land
CHORUS:
O, bring me back th man I love
O, bring me my darlin' back to me
O, bring my blue eyed boy to me
An' then, how happy I will be
VERSE 2
My Father, dear will be my friend
My Sister dear, will kiss my lips
But there's no one to love my hand
While he is in that foreign land
VERSE 3
If I, th wings of a turtle dove
I'd fly to him, to him I love
I would fly to him, I love so dear
An' talk to him while he is near
VERSE 4
But I've not th wings to fly away
An' so, at home an' sorrow, I must stay
It'll only, it'll only waste a life
By another girl he calls his wife
VERSE 5
Must I go bound an' he go free
Must I love a man that don't love me
Must I act a childish part
An' love a man that breaks my heart
VERSE 6
My life is like a little bird
That flies from tree to tree
An' when he sees a fairer flower
He soons forgets to think of me
VERSE 7
Remember well, and bear in mind
That a good true friend is hard to find
An' when you find one good an' true
Change not the old one for th new