Текст песни Folk Singer

(Merle Kilgore)

He used to sing his songs to his Sara Jane, the folk singer
His songs filled with love made the mountains ring, the folk singer
At first Sara Jane was to be his bride
But as his fame grew she was pushed aside
Sweet mountain girl would say goodbye, to the folk singer.

He let his hair grown long and he dressed in style, the folk singer
His voice was pure and the fans went wild for, the folk singer
He said Sara Jane was much too plain
So he left her alone as he gained more fame
But sorrow will come like the mountain rain to, the folk singer.

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Lavished in glory fortune at his feet, the folk singer
Awoke one morning and he could not speak, the folk singer
The doctors said his singing days were through
Thousands wept Sara Jane did too
He couldn't sing now his friends were few, the folk singer.

Sick at heart in the mountains again, the folk singer
Now Sara Jane didn't look so plain to, the folk singer
Ah the power of love can do strange things
Cause love has made him sing again
Now he sings for his Sara Jane, the folk singer.

And once again the mountains ring
To the folk singer, the folk singer
The folk singer, the folk singer...