You think you own whatever land you land on. The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim. But I know every rock and tree and creature. Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
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I thought you. Were the one for me. Every time I saw you it was like. Leaving a handprint on the beach. But instead you left a handprint. On my Heart.
There's a letter on the table and a bottle of ink. There's a sadness in my heart, many thoughts to think. A letter to be written, things should be said.
Hawaii's callin'. . When I hear the rhythm of the hula rock, hula rock. In the South Pacific where the trade winds blow. They thought that the hula was a little bit slow.
On the isle of Filla Lilla out Hawaii way. A hula maiden gay strolled by on moonlit bay. There came to court her over the water from a savage Zinga Zululand.
Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl. That I chanced to meet on the prairie. T'was a night in June by the western moon. That I met my charming Mary.
Though men may strive to go beyond the reach of space. To walk beyond the distant glimmering stars.. This world's a room so small within my Father's house.
To thee, my master, I offer my prayer. Feed me, water and care for me, and when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed, and stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort..
I know somewhere out in the world there is a gal for me. I'd like to find and make you mine, how happy we would be. We wouldn't need a moonlight night to sit outdoors and spoon.
See the tree how big it's grown but friends it hasn't been too long. It wasn't big. I laughed at her and she got mad the first day that she planted it.
At the close of the day when the sun sinks away below the western sea. Then I'll seek my rest in a little love nest built for Carrie Anita and me. A big mora's chair awaits for me there beside a bright log fire.
Tonight as I lay on a boxcar just waiting for a train to pass by. What will become of the hobo whenever his time comes to die. Has the Master up yonder in heaven got a place that we might call our home.
Riding on an east bound freight train. Speeding through the night. Hobo Bill, a railroad bum. Was fighting for his life. . The sadness of his eyes revealed.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . As the night softly fell down upon the old corral. And the moon into the blue sky made its way. Not a sound could be heard but the song of some wild bird.
His hands paint the flowers he puts leaves on the trees. At his whisper birds start singing when my heart needs melodies. Why I strayed from all his goodness my poor mind can't understand.
You put your heart upon an auction block and sold it. Selfish greed and envy were the auctioneers. The highest bidder won your heart but he can't hold it.
Well, look who's coming through the door. I think we've met somewhere before. Hello love, hello love. . Where in the world have you been so long?. I've missed you so since you've been gone.
Words and Music by Hank Snow. . I've been lonely and so heartsick for you darling. Since the might I said that it must be goodbye,. Now that I broke your heart and left you lonely.
A cowboy return to the scene of his childhood to his sweetheart of long long ago. But today he return she was wed to another tells the story of heartbreak and woe.