My dreams tell it like it was but my eyes see it like it is. . Seems like only yesterday when I had everything. But today I can't face the hurt tomorrow bring.
There are flowrs that are rich there are flowers that are rare. On the banks where the bright water flows. But the sweetest of all nature's flowers to bloom.
Now the sweetest girl in all the world is my blue eyed Jane. We fell in love like turtle doves while the moon was shining down. I asked her then I asked her when the wedding bells would ring.
My arms are a house I want you to live there. Come into my house for you have the key. My heart is the door that's waiting wide open. To welcome the love who shares it with me.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . Well her eyes they sparkle like the sandy dunes. And her voice it rings like all the latest tunes. And when she speaks my name her eyes fairly light up and shine.
In my adobe hacienda there's a touch of Mexico. Cactus lovelier than orchids blooming in the patio. Soft desert stars and the strum of guitars. Makes every evening seem so sweet.
Listen to a story 'bout a gal I know. She's my music makin' mama I'm her hillbilly boy. She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings. Sweeter than the flowers down in new Orleans.
I had a home down in Texas back where the Bluebonnet grew. I had the kindest old mother how happy we were just we two. But one day the angels called her this parting we all have to pay.
Written by Clarke VanNess. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Mother I'm leaving and I'm proud to go please don't be grieving I love you so. Here in this pocket over my heart is the Bible you gave me your gift as we part.
Mother I'm leaving and I'm proud to go please don't be grieving I love you so. Here in this pocket over my heart is the Bible you gave me your gift as we part.
Oh come hear my story of heartaches and sighs. I'm a prisoner who's lonely for his moonlight and skies. I have a sweetheart who's waiting for me. Back in old Oklahoma I'm not far from Shawnee.
When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill. And kisses the roses round my window sill. Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill. Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . Moanin' my life slowly away. Sittin' here waitin' for the new commin' day. They try to cheer me as I trudge on my way. Moanin' for you.
Moanin' my life slowly away. Sittin' here waitin' for the new commin' day. They try to cheer me as I trudge on my way moanin' for you. Can't seem to hide it and why should I try.
Oh, you Mississippi River with waters so deep and wide. My thoughts of you keep rising just like an evening tide. I'm just like a seagull that's left the sea.
[C]Oh you Mississippi River, with [F]waters so deep and [C]wide. My [G7]thoughts of you keep risin', just like an evening [C]tide [C7]. I'm [F]just like a seagull that's left the [C]sea.
How many teardrops have I cried over you. A million and one tears a million and two. How many nighttimes have my arms reached for you. A million and one times a million and two.
Dark old cave. Miller's Cave. . Way down in the state of Georgia. Through the swamps and everglades. There's a hole in Tiger Mountain. God help the man who gets lost in Miller's Cave.
When there's icicles hangin' on the green pinetrees. And the Florida oranges all turn blue. When there's Miami snow then baby you will know. That I stopped loving you.
MERRY-GO ROUND OF LOVE. . (CHORUS) Here we go a round---, the merry go round. The merry go round---, the merry go round of love. Round and a round----,the merry go round.