Jonathan Edwards Angelina
When you left the reservation
Didn't I promise you my life?
Said I'd make it in the city;
I can't farm this land no more
And didn't you like the dress
I bought you at the ladies store in town
So the people wouldn't be laughing
At the Indian skins you wore
Oh Angelina, did you have to go so far
Seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain
Waiting at the railway station
I didn't mean to make you cry
But the conductor said to hurry
Or we'd all be left behind
You know I couldn't ne'er bought the ticket
If it cost a dollar more
And I laughed, laughed and turned around
To take your hand and you were gone