Music ID

VP_007801

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VP_007801 Verse 1One fine eve long, long ago, As the sun was sinking low, Down in Alabama 'neath a southern sky, It was in the month of June And the roses were in bloom, On the roadside they would greet you passing by. To her happy home I went For the blessing and consent Of the mother of the girl I longed to wed. And as I drew near the place Tears ran down her dear old face When I asked her for her daughter's hand she said: Chorus 1She's a flower from the fields of Alabama, Take her for she loves you, lad, I know, Health and luck where'er you go Here's the blessing I bestow, She's a flower from the fields of Alabama. Verse 2Sitting by my cottage door Thinking, of the days of yore, While my dear old wife was seated by my side, And it seemed but yesterday When a maiden young and gay, Promised me that she would be my bonny bride. But a change has taken place, There are wrinkles on her face, And those pretty locks of brown have turned to grey. In her eyes true love I see And she's just as dear to me As she was the day I heard her mother say:

Physical Description

1 score (4 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.

Publication Date

1900

Publisher

Chas. Shackford & Co

Publication Place

Boston

A Flower from the fields of Alabama

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