Cat. #0102 (MFH #107) - As sung by Mrs. Richard "Dodie" Horn, Fayetteville, Arkansas on May 19, 1958
VERSE 1
O, dont you see that lonesome dove
That flies from vine to vine
He's mournin' for his own true love
Like I will mourn for mine
Like I will mourn for mine, my love
Believe me what I say
You are th darling of my heart
Until my dying day
VERSE 2
The crow is black, you know my love
Though it may turn to white
If ever I prove false to you
Bright day shall turn to night
Bright day shall turn to night, my love
Believe me what I say
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day