We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now has withered and gone
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh, Lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand
Oh, please understand
Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she be
She may have forsaken some other like me
She promised to honor, to love and obey
Each vow was a plaything that she threw away
The darkness is falling, the sky has turned gray
A hound in the distance is starting to bay
I wonder, I wonder - what she's thinking of
Forsaken, forgotten - without any love
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh, Lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand
Oh, please understand
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- Miscellaneous
- fRoots 38
- Magnetic Curses: A Chicago Punk Rock Compilation
- The Edge of the World
- 1-2-3-4! Punk & New Wave 1976-1979
- Paste mPlayer #13
- The Mekons Rock ’n’ Roll
- Fear and Whiskey
- Original Sin
- Dig This: A Tribute to the Great Strike
- So Good It Hurts
- Hole in the Ground
- Honky Tonkin’
- ... New York
- Phi Beta Restless: Post Modern Classics
- The Indie Scene 78: The Story of British Independent Music
- Heaven and Hell: The Very Best of the Mekons
- New York: On the Road 86–87
- The Indie Scene 86: The Story of British Independent Music
- Fast Product: The First Years