Cat. #1281 (MFH #889) - As sung by Floyd Holland, Mountain View, Arkansas on October 25, 1971
VERSE 1
There's a place by th lonely ---- mill
An' stream by th oak bridge, broken still
Th willow boughs are bending o'er
--- --- banks where th --- ---
VERSE 2
Th lovers are singing their sweet refrain
That steered me in that narrow way
An' Lorie, my beautiful, sat with me
On th mossy green shade, 'neath the old Elm tree
VERSE 3
It was there, with th bright blue skies above
I told her th tale, of my hearts true love
An' there was th blossoms of summer tide
She whispered th --- to be my bride
VERSE 4
An' there -- --- --- --- ---- parting soul
Little did we think, that we'd meet no more
--- came from a dark blue sea
They made her a grave 'neath the old Elm
VERSE 5
---- --- --- were th tales they told
An' th boughs -- my own love ----
---- --- --- --- -- --
While making th promised whispered, dear
VERSE 6
Where creaks an' ---- --- ---- ---
An' her beautiful face, never smile again
Bitterly wept under th tree
He wept with ---- 'neath th old Elm tree
VERSE 7
She died an' they parted her sunny hair
On th cold field there, they left so bare
An' laid her to rest where th trees young flowers
Would watch by her side in th long sunny hours
VERSE 8
Lorie, dear Lorie, my heart's so soft
We'll meet in that angel home above
Nothing on earth, so dear to me
As a lonely grave 'neath the old Elm tree