Текст песни Albert Erving

(Porter Wagoner)

On the path to Riley Fruit Farm in the country
And across the Gundy Hills to Jopin Holler
An old man lived alone like a prisoner servin'
I'd never met a man like Albert Erving.

Albert never held a woman or a child
You could see that loneliness had drove him wild
He said I ain't seen a soul in three long years
And down his lonely face came a tear.

His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn down
Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around.

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Everything in Albert's house was made by hand
A picture carved in wood sat on a stand
Such beauty in a face I'd never seen
Carved just below the picture the name Kathleen.

Albert held the picture close up to his face
Said my Kathleen adds beauty to this place
I asked him who she was then came the tears
He said she's not real, she's just someone I've dreamed of all these years.

His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn down
Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around.

Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around...