Rosalee

Way down in old Kentucky state it was many years ago
I used to hunt the possum and the coon
The old folks they would gather round and have a merry dance
While the fiddles and the banjos were in tune


	I'll never, never see again those happy days of yore
	And the little children rolling on the green
	The old folks and my Rosalee sitting round the door
	Of my little old log cabin by the stream


Then hang up the fiddle and the banjo on the wall
Lay away the tambourine
God called away my Rosalee the sweetest flower of them all
From my little old log cabin by the stream


	* Refrain


The little cabin's empty now and the river's rolling on
And the willows wave above my Rosalee
I sit beside her lonesome grave and cry because she's gone
And wish I had back again with me


	* Refrain


I know that in a better land I'll find by Rosalee
I see her with the angel in my dream
She'll be among that angel band that comes to carry me
From my little old log cabin by the stream


	* Refrain