The willows are weepin The grass is bowed down Coming down from the mountain Drifts a high lonesome sound Down in the valley sorrow runs deep The river stands still as they lay him to sleep
(chorus) And the twin fiddles play and the whippoorwill sings All the angels in Heaven whisper his name As tears fall on the meadow like morning dew The bluegrass has never been so blue
For that boy from Kentucky The whole world will mourn As that wayfaring stranger Reaches that distant shore All his disciples pay their respects To the music he made and the legacy left
Repeat Chorus
Oh there'll never be another to fill his shoes The bluegrass has never been so blue Oh the bluegrass has never been so blueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
