We'd like to do a trio now, my neighbors.
This is kind of an old song that we have out in an album,
one that we call Love and Well.
All right.
In our little mountain home,
it's empty, cold and loveless now inside.
For your childish love and vow lasted only one short year,
and you were nowhere to be another's bride.
You
will not learn all the pain that I felt the day you left.
I love you and farewell again.
Let me wish you love and well.
Oh,
while that same old whippoorwill breaks the silence on the hill,
I stand and gaze upon the faded wall
where your picture used to hang in a little golden frame,
and the vision of your smile I still recall.
You will not learn all the pain that I felt the day you left.
Though they say we live and learn,
from our sorrow we must turn and be able to forget
sad memory.
Let me wish you love and well.
May you take no careless step,
but my broken
will.
Thank you neighbors.
Thank you just a whole heap.
That's a real old, traditional song,
there entitled Love and Well.