We met in the springtime when blossoms unfoldThe pastures were green and the meadows were goldOur love was in flower as summer grew onHer love like the leaves now have withered and goneThe roses have faded, there's frost at my doorThe birds in the morning don't sing anymoreThe grass in the valley is starting to dieAnd out in the darkness the whippoorwills cryAlone and forsaken by fate and by manOh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my handOh, please understandOh, where has she gone to? Oh, where can she be?She may have forsaken some other like meShe promised to honor, to love, and obeyEach vow was a plaything that she threw awayThe darkness is falling, the sky has turned grayA hound in the distance is starting to beyI wonder, I wonder what she's thinking ofForsaken, forgotten without any loveAlone and forsaken by fate and by manOh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my handOh, please understand
Hiram King Williams (Mount Olive, 17 de septiembre de 1923-Oak Hill, 1 de enero de 1953), conocido artísticamente como Hank Williams, fue un cantautor estadounidense. Es considerado un icono de la música country y uno de los más influyentes músicos del siglo…
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