The Fairhaired Boy

Oh, my fair-haired boy, no more I'll see, You walk the meadows green Or, hear your song run through the fields, Like yon mountain stream Your ship waits on the western shore, To bear you o'er from me, But wait I will till Heaven's door, My fair-haired boy to see. All joy is gone that we once knew, All sorrow newly found Soon, you'll in California be - Or, Colorado bound: Let no sad tear now stain your cheek, As we kiss our last good-bye Think not upon when we might meet, My love, my fair-haired boy. If not in life we'll be as one, Then, in death we'll be And there will grow two hawthorn trees, Above my love and me, And, they will reach up to the sky, Intertwined be, And, the hawthorn flower will bloom where lie, My fair-haired boy and me And, the hawthorn flower will bloom where lie, My fair-haired boy and me.