Текст песни Young Freda Bolt

Amid the Blue Ridge Mountains There lived a maiden fair Whose life was pure as heaven Whose life was free from care She dreamed of love and romance With heart so glad and free No gloom within the future Young Freda Bolt could see Nearby lived dear young Harmon A boy she loved so well And of these two young lovers A story I will tell Twas late one Thursday evening The stars were shinning dim That dear one called his sweetheart To come and go with him He told her on tomorrow That they would surely wed But little was she thinking He'd take her life instead They motored to Clinch Mountain A place so dark and lone And there her form so helpless He placed beneath the stones Away from home and mother That Freda loved so well The bitter pain and anguish No mortal tongue can tell Through tears she pled for mercy Though he denied her cry Young Harmon left his sweetheart In agony to die We think that God in heaven Must surely heard her cry And sent a band of angels To linger very nigh And bare her spirit over To yonder happy shore Where dying comes no never And parting is no more