It’s been ten long years since i left my home in the hollow where i was born
Where the cool fall nights make the woods smell right and the fox hunter blows
him horn
I fell in love with a girl from the town, i thought that she would be true
I ran away to charlottsville and worked in a sawmill or two
What have they done to the old home place?
Why did they tear it down?
And why did i leave the plow in the field and look for a job in the town?
Now the girl ran off with somebody else, tarriffs took all my pay
And here i stand where the old home stood before they took it away
Now geese fly south and the cold wind blows as i stand here and hang my head
I lost my love and lost my home, and now i wish that i was dead