2.  Cold Mountains









Cold mountains here are all around me;

Cold waters gliding down the stream;

Oft in my sleep I think I find her,

But when I wake its all a dream



When I awoke and did not find her

All on my bed I wept and mourned;

Tears from my eyes fall without number

All because I’m left alone.



Hills and mountains all dressed a mourning, 

The lofty tree’s bown down to me, 

Birds of the air are well adourning;

Come help me mourn, she’s fled from me.



The wild beast hear my limintation,

The lonesome Desert hear my mourn 

Yea heathern nations without number 

Oh weep my bosom friend friend is gone;



When will my mourning days be over;

Yes all my mourning days be gone;

I can’t stay here, I’m not befriended

I to some foreign land must roam.



Farewell my Dear I hate to leave you;

I hate the time that we must part

Altho I love you with out measure 

Here is my hand you’ve got my heart.