Act Ii The Carnival The Ballad Of Floyd Collins (reprise) - Adam Guettel

The air was cold and the ground was wet

I was just as muddy as a man could get

Hadn t any light but a little oil lantern

Got you in so tight that you know you can t turn back

I was slippin' round on my belly an' knees

I could feel my fingertips about to freeze

I could almost see where the prisoner lay

Just about t' holler when I heard him pray

Oh my lord have mercy on my soul

Don t let me die alone in this dark hole

And when my savior is at hand

I ll be sure to meet him on top of the land

I won t go diggin' round in the hollows and holes

I ma leave it up to the hogs and moles

Never set another foot inside a cave

If I make it out of this lonesome grave

And there he remains all alone

In a cold Kentucky hillside

There he remains all alone

In a cold Kentucky hillside

He was layin' still like he was dead

Water drippin' down on top his head

Seven whole days he hadn t had a crumb

His eyes were sunk and wearisome

He swallowed what I had right outta my hand

Then he took some coffee from an old tin can

I told we would soon dig him outta this place

And a little smile goes across his face

He said boy thank god that you are here

Now I know my rescue is near

And when my time comes to die

I ll be sure to do it where I can see the sky

I won t go diggin' round in the hollows and holes

I ma leave it up to the hogs and moles

Never set another foot inside a cave

If I make it out of this lonesome grave

And there he remains all alone

In a cold Kentucky hillside

There he remains all alone

In a cold Kentucky hillside