Carter's Blues
To view the fields and taste the air
For to view the fields and nettles around
I thought I heard some lonesome sound
O thought I heard my true love say
O do turn and come this way
You love some other and you don't love me
You care not for my company
You love some other and I know why
Because he has more gold than I
But gold will melt and silver will fly
My love for you will never die
There is a flower I've heard them say
That can be seen from day to day
And if that flower I only could find
To cure this aching heart of mine
So fare you well my charming little love
O meet me in that land above
And when we meet there in that land
We'll take no more this parting hand
Writer/s: A.P. Carter