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Ev'ry Night When The Sun Goes In

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Amerikansk folkemelodi - Tekst: Ukendt

 

l: Ev'ry night when the sun goes in,:l

ev'ry night when the sun goes in,

I hang down my head and mournful cry,

 

l: True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn, :l

true love, don't weep nor mourn for me,

I'm going away to marble town.

 

l: I wish to the Lord that train would come, :l

I wish to the Lord that train would come,

to take me back to where I come from.

 

l: It's once my apron hung down low, :l

it's once my apron hung down low,

he'd follow me through sleet and snow.

 

l: It's now my apron's to my chin, :l

it's now my apron's to my chin,

he'll face my door and won 't come in.

 

l: I wish to the Lord my babe was bom, :l

I wish to the Lord my babe was bom,

a-sitting upon his papa's knee.

 

l: And me, poor gir!, was dead and gone, :l

and me, poor gir!, was dead and gone,

and the green grass growing over me.

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