Uncle Jon's Songs

George Collins drove home one cold winter night
George Collins drove home so fine
George Collins drove home one cold winter night
Was taken sick and died

His little sweet Nell in yonders room
Sat sewing her silk so fine
But when she heard that George was dead
She laid her silk aside

Set down the coffin, take off the lid
Lay back the linen so fine
And let me kiss his cold pale cheeks
For I know he'll never kiss mine

Oh daughter, oh daughter, why do you weep
There's more young men than one
Oh mother, oh mother, George has my heart
His day on earth is done

Don't you see that lonesome dove
That's flying from pine to pine?
He's mourning for his own truelove
Just like I mourn for mine

Look up and down that lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry
The best of friends is bound to part
And why not you and I?