Weavers Every Night
Every night, when the sun goes down
Every night, when the sun goes down
Every night, when the sun goes down
I hang down my head
and mournful cry
True love don't weep, true love don't mourn.
True love don't weep, true love don't mourn.
True love don't weep, true love don't mourn,
I'm going away
to Marble town
I wish the Lord my train would come
I wish the Lord my train would come
I wish the Lord my train would come
and take me back
where I come from
I wish the Lord my babe was born
sitting on his daddy's knee
and me, poor girl, was dead and gone
with green grass growing over me
Every night, when the sun goes down
Every night, when the sun goes down
Every night, when the sun goes down
I hang down my head
and mournful cry
