Winds through the night blowing so lonesome,
Singing to me a song.
A whip-poor-will call is just a reminder,
Pretty girls have hearts made of stone.

Away with the blues at dawn,
My darling Cora is gone.
I donít know why she told me good-bye,
But my darling Cora is gone.

The ring that she wears I bought for her finger,
Purchased a ring so fine.
Gave her my last greenback dollar,
And now sheís left me behind.


Drifting along like brush in the river,
Knowing not where I roam.
Going to live in the deep forest,
Dark hollows will be my new home.