we met in the springtime   when the blossoms unfold   the pastures green   and the meadow gold   our love was in flower   as the summer grew on   her love like the leaves   have all withered and gone   roses have faded   and there's frost at my door   the bird of the morning   wont sing anymore   the grass in the valley   has started to die   and out in the darkness   the whippoorwill cry      alone and forsaken   by fate and by man   o lord if you hear me   take hold my hand      where has she gone to   where can she be   she may have forsaken   some other like me   she promised to honor   to love and obey   each vow a plaything   she threw away   the darkness has fallen   the sky turns gray   the hound in the distance   has started to bay   I wonder I wonder   what she's thinking of   forsaken forgotten   without any love      alone and forsaken   by fate and by man   o lord can you hear me   take hold my hand      alone and forsaken   by fate and by man   o lord can you hear me   take hold my hand      alone and forsaken   by fate and by man   o lord can you hear me   take hold my hand      please understand