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 saw mill Crew.
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.