Dark was the Night

by David McDonald



Dark was the night, the night that I parted 

Wind blowing cold, cold through the pines

Oxbow Said go ramble on now

Return to these hills, some day before you die

Oh’ I miss my home, my home in the mountains

I heard on the air, they logged all the pines

And daddy he passed, on the wings of an angel

They planted him down, where dear mother lies

I rambled so far from my home in the mountains

Carousing and cards

To drink I did turn 

10 years flew by and still yet I ramble

A stranger to you 

And to my sweet home 

Oh’ I miss my home, my home in the mountains

I heard on the air, they logged all the pines

And daddy he passed on the wings of an angel

They planted him down where dear mother lies

And now here I lie in Magnolia Prison

The moon rises high, see the coons in the corn

Off in the distance, Saint Peter, I hear him

He blows high and tuneful like a lonesome train horn 

Oh’ I miss my home, my home in the mountains

I heard on the air, they logged all the pines

And daddy he passed, on the wings of an angel

They planted him down, where dear mother lies

They planted him down, where dear mother lies