we met in the springtimenwhen the blossoms unfoldnthe pastures greennand the meadow goldnour love was in flowernas the summer grew onnher love like the leavesnhave all withered and gonenroses have fadednand there's frost at my doornthe bird of the morningnwont sing anymorenthe grass in the valleynhas started to dienand out in the darknessnthe whippoorwill crynnalone and forsakennby fate and by manno lord if you hear mentake hold my handnnwhere has she gone tonwhere can she benshe may have forsakennsome other like menshe promised to honornto love and obeyneach vow a playthingnshe threw awaynthe darkness has fallennthe sky turns graynthe hound in the distancenhas started to bayni wonder · i wondernwhat she's thinking ofnforsaken · forgottennwithout any lovennalone and forsakennby fate and by manno lord can you hear mentake hold my handnnalone and forsakennby fate and by manno lord can you hear mentake hold my handnnalone and forsakennby fate and by manno lord can you hear mentake hold my handnnplease understandn