George Collins Songtext
von Frank Proffitt

George Collins ridded home
One cold winter night
George Collins rode home so fine
George Collins rode home
One cold winter night
He tuck down sick and died

Now Marie was seated in yonder fire town
A-sewin′ her silk so fine
But when she heard that George was dead
She laid her fine silk aside
She follered him up
She follered him down
She follered him to his grave
And there upon her bended knee
She cried and screamed and prayed


"Oh, daughter, dear daughter
Why do you weep so?
There's more young men than one."
"Oh, no, no
George has my heart
And now he′s dead and gone."

"Oh, don't you hear that turtle dove
Way off in yonder's lone pine
A-mournin′ for its own true love
Just like I mourn for mine?"

George Collins ridded home
That cold winter night
George Collins rode home so fine
George Collins ridded home
That cold winter night
He tuck down sick and died