Wildwood Flower/A Song for June

Slaid Cleaves:
Whisper to me and I’m coming back home
Will you miss me, miss me, miss me when I’m gone
Another night when the cold wind moans
With your long black veil crying over my bones

Upon your face was a beauty deep
That the grim brush of time just could not sweep
Those laughing lines like a river ran
From the heart of Richmond to the Holy Land

You’ve gone far down the road
And these tears must be shed
But life is only gone, moving swiftly like a star
For to return here again, for to return here again

In this wide and wicked place
Sorrows and fears you can’t escape
Clinch Mountain girl, won’t you wait for me
Bury me beneath the willow tree

You’ve gone far down the road
And these tears must be shed
But life is only gone moving swiftly like a star
For to return here again, for to return here again

Whisper to me and I’m coming back home
Will you miss me, miss me, miss me when I’m gone
Another night when the cold wind moans
With your long black veil crying over my bones

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