Cat. #0015 (MFH #338) - As sung by Mr. Frank Pool, Fayetteville, Arkansas on January 6, 1958
VERSE 1
Well, you ask, what makes this darky weep
Why he, like others am not gay
What makes th tears flow down his cheeks
From early morn till close of day
CHORUS:
When th birds, they were singing in the morning
And th myrtles and the ivy's were in bloom
And th sun o'er the hillside was a dawning
It was then that I laid her in th tomb
VERSE 2
My story, darkies, you shall hear
For in my memory fresh it dwells
It'll cause you all to shed a tear
On th grave of my sweet Kitty Wells
VERSE 3
Well, I sometimes wished that I were dead
And laid beside her in the tomb
For th sorrows that bows down my head
Is silent in th midnight gloom
VERSE 4
Well, th springtime has no charms for me
Tho' flowers are blooming in th dell
For that bright form I do not see
It is th form of my sweet Kitty Wells