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The Folk Singer - Tommy Roe

He use to sing his songs to his Sara Jane

The folk singer

His songs filled with love made the mountains ring

To the folk singer

At first Sara Jane was to be his bride

But as his fame grew she was pushed aside

So the mountain girl would say good-bye

To the folk singer

He let his hair grow long and he dressed in style

The folk singer

His voice was pure and the fans went wild

For the folk singer

He said Sara Jane was much too plain

So he left her alone as grew more fame

But sorrow will come like a mountain rain

To the folk singer

Lavished in glory fortune at his feet

The folk singer

Awoke one morning and he couldn't speak

The folk singer

The doctor said his singing days were through

Thousands wept Sara Jane did too

He could not sing now his friends were few

The folk singer

Sick at heart in the mountains again

The folk singer

Now Sara Jane didn't look so plain

To the folk singer

Oh the power of love can do strange things

Cause love has made him sing again

Only now he sings for his Sara Jane

The folk singer

And once again the mountains ring

To the folk singer

The folk singer

The folk singer