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 wood smoke rise,
And a fox hunter blows his horn.
I fell in love with a girl from the town
I thought that she would be true.
I ran away to Charlottesville 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?
Well, the girl ran off with somebody else the taverns took all my pay.
And here I stand where the old home stood before they took it away.
Now the geese fly south and the cold wind moans as I stand here and hang my head.
I've lost my love, I've lost my home and now I wish that I was dead.
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?
Well, the girl ran off with somebody else the taverns took all my pay.
And here I stand where the old home stood before they took it away.
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?
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