Rosalee - Grandpa Jones

作词：J Lair

作曲：J Lair

Way down in old Kentucky state was many years ago

I used to hunt the 'possum and the 'coon

The old folks they would gather 'round and have a merry day

While the fiddles and the banjos were in tune

I'll never never see again those happy days of yore

And the little gods' rolling on the green

The old folks and my Rosalee a-sittin' round the door

Of my little old log cabin by the stream

Then hang up the fiddle and the banjo on the wall

Lay way the beating tamborine

Angels called away my Rosalee the sweetest flower of all

From my little old log cabin by the stream

The little cabin's empty now and the river's rolling on

And the willows wave above my Rosalee

I sit beside her lonesome grave and cry because she's gone

And wish I had her back again with me

I know that in a better land I'll find my Rosalee

I see her with the angels in my dream

She'll be among that angel faire that comes to carry me

From my little old log cabin by the stream

Then hang up the fiddle and the banjo on the wall

Lay way the beating tamborine

Angels called away my Rosalee the sweetest flower of all

From my little old log cabin by the stream