On a bright and sunny day when a young wife ran away
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From a husband who had filled her heart with pain
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On the table laid a note these simple words she wrote
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Goodbye I hope we'll never meet again
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To her mother she returned for her old home she had yearned
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For all the love she had for him had pled
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But he sought her out at last with her partners for the past
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But her mother met him in the door and said
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She was happy till she met you the fault is all your own
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Id she wishes to forget you please leave her alone
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She has come to her old mother because there is no other
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She'll be happy in her home sweet home
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[ fiddle - ac.guitar ]
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I have come to say goodbye said the husband with a sigh
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Just let me take her to my heart again
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Says the mother it's too late all her love has turned to hate
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So go your way your pleading heart's in vain
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She's my wife the husband cried you can't take her from my side
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The love I bet you part us we are wed
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But the mother answered nay and sadly turned away
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And once again to him she calmly said
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She was happy till she met you...
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She Was Happy Till She Met You
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| Hank Snow |
