Buxton Lynchburg Ferry
We met upon the Lynchburg Ferry feelign that we were married
Bad day
The sky was grey and the rain came down
My fine is you in the ground
Always
You stepped down in your mothers down
She passed down and ..was passed down
When all
Before she take it to the grey
Btu on the depth man she was..
The preacher..
Is any wonder she felt like alone
'Cause couldn't be other make it feel like home
Through the sun and the ..
Your open conditions play my..
We're home
In the whistle through the ..
Is wept your hand and..right into mine
Well how bout that
You..spread through out the cane
You feed your sweetnes but not remain
No more
If you borrow if you..
Me either..bring you all again
Is any wonder she felt like alone
'Cause couldn't be other make it feel like home
