Well it's every night, when the sun goes in Every night, when the sun goes in Well it's every night, when the sun goes in
I hang my head in a mournful cry Well I wish to the Lord that my babe was born Sitting on his daddy's knee And me, poor girl, was dead and gone With green grass growing over me
Oh yeah I wish to the Lord that my train would come Oh, to hear it whistle all around the bend Well I wish to the Lord that my train would come And take me back Oh where I come fromTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.