Cat. #0246 (MFH #182) - As sung by Mrs. Gladys McChristain, Huntsville, Arkansas on October 1, 1958
VERSE 1
Come all of you young people
And listen while I tell
Th story of Floyd Collins
A lad we all knew well
His face was fair and handsome
His heart was true an' brave
His body now lies sleeping
In a lonely sandstone cave
VERSE 2
But, sad how sad th story
It fills our eyes with tears
In memory it will linger
For many an' many a year
His broken hearted Father
His son, he tried to save
His body now lies sleeping
In th lonely sandstone cave
VERSE 3
Dear Mother, don't be weary
Dear Father, don't be sad
An' I'll tell you of my troubles
Of an awful dream I had
I dreamed I was a prisoner
My life could not be saved
His body now lies sleeping
In th lonely sandstone cave
VERSE 4
Th rescue party labored
They worked both night and day
To remove that awful barrier
That stood just in th way
To rescue Floyd Collins
It was th battle cry
We'll never, no we'll never
Let Floyd Collins die
VERSE 5
But on that fatal morning
Th sun rose in th sky
Th workers still were busy
To save him by and by
But, O how sad the ending
His life they could not save
His body now lies sleeping
In th lonely sandstone cave
VERSE 6
Young people all take warning
Of Floyd Collins fate
Get right with your maker
Before it is to late
It may not be a sand cave
In which you meet your doom
But at th bar of judgement
We too, must meet our doom