George Collins

George Collins drove home one cold winters night
George Collins drove home so fine
George Collins drove home one cold winters night
Was taken sick and died

His little sweet Nell in yonder room
Was combing her silk so fine
But when she heard George Collins was dead
She laid her silks aside

Oh daughter oh daughter why do you weep
There's more young men than one
Oh mother oh mother George had my heart
His race on earth is run

Set down the coffin take of the lid
Throw back the linen so fine
Oh let me kiss those cold clay lips
For I know theyll never kiss mine

Look up look down that lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry
The best of friends must part some day
So why not you and I

Oh cant you see that lonesome dove
Flying from pine to pine
Hes mourning for his own true love
Just as I do for mine