On a morning bright and clear
To my old home I grew near,
Just a village down in sunny Tennessee.
I was speeding on a train
That would bring me back again
To my sweetheart, who was waiting there for me.
We could hear the old folks singing
As she bid farewell to me;
Far across the fields of cotton
My old homestead I could see.
As the moon rose in its glory,
There I told life's sweetest story
To the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.
The old train drew up at last,
Over me old scenes had passed,
As I kissed my Mother at the station door.
My old friends gathered 'round,
Tears on every face I found,
But I missed the one that I'd been longing for.
And I whispered, "Mother, dear,
Where is Mary? She's not here."
All the world seemed lost and sadness come to me.
For she pointed to a spot
In the little churchyard lot;
There my sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee.
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