A cold wind blows through my windowpane
As we ride through the dusty plain
Snow will fall on the mountainside
When I become a minerâs bride
My true love lies in a soldierâs grave
And with him died the love he gave
The only thing that I can claim
A child with his eyes but not his name
Oh my love, donât think too hard of me
I could not bide in Tennessee
Now I ride along this railroad track
And I know Iâm never coming back
My mama gave away my hand
And sent us to a strangerâs land
He says weâll live by the riverside
When I become a minerâs bride
I feel the winter coming on
In those mountains far beyond
Before they claim us as their own
I fear the snow will have my bones
Oh my son, donât think too hard of me
I could not bide in Tennessee
Now I ride along this railroad track
And I know Iâm never coming back