Alone And Forsaken - Hank Williams Jr.

We met in the springtime

When blossoms unfold

The pastures were green

And the meadows were gold

Our love was in flower

As summer grew on

Her love, like the leaves

Now has withered and gone

The roses have faded

There’s frost at my door

The birds in the morning

Don’t sing anymore

The grass in the valley

Is starting to die

And out in the darkness

The whip-poor-wills cry

Alone and forsaken

By fate and by man

Oh, lord if you hear me

Please hold my hand

Oh, please understand

Oh, where has she gone to

Oh, where can she be?

She may have forsaken

Some other like me

She promised to honor

To love and obey

Each vow was a plaything

That she threw away

The darkness is falling

The sky has turned gray

A hound in the distance

Is starting to bay

I wonder, I wonder

What she’s thinking of?

Forsaken, forgotten

Without any love