Oh, the roses haven't bloomed in People's Valley. And the old mill wheel we played on dosen't turn. And the brook still calls your name in People's Valley.
When I woke up this morning 'twas still too dark to see. But I could tell my baby wasn't sleepin' next to me. She's gone and left me, where to I'll never know.
Little by little, step by step. Slowly but surely we fell in love. How did it happen, it's easy to see. We didn't rush things ,we loved progressively.
All night long I tried to sleep but sleep refused to come. Cause today I knew I'd either have to fight or run. Knowin' if I choose to run my mind would never rest.
I've gained wealth and fame though I'm not satisfied. Oh, pray for me, Mother of mine. My footsteps have strayed from the straight narrow way. Oh, pray for me, Mother of mine.