Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr. We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold The pastures were green and the meadows were gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on Her love like the leaves now has withered and gone.
The roses have faded, there`s frost at my door The birds in the morning don`t sing anymore The grass in the valley is starting to die And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry.
[Chorus] Alone and forsaken by fate and by man Oh, Lord, if You hear me please hold to my hand Oh, please understand.
Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she be She may have forsaken some other like me She promised to honor, to love and obey Each vow was a plaything that she threw away.
The darkness is falling, the sky has turned gray A hound in the distance is starting to "Bay" I wonder, I wonder, what she`s thinking of Forsaken, forgotten, without any love.