Lynchburg Ferry - Buxton

We met upon the Lynchburg Ferry feelign that we were married

Bad day

The sky was grey and the rain came down

My fine is you in the ground

Always

You stepped down in your mothers down

She passed down and .was passed down

When all

Before she take it to the grey

Btu on the depth man she was.

The preacher.

Is any wonder she felt like alone

'Cause couldn’t be other make it feel like home

Through the sun and the.

Your open conditions play my.

We’re home

In the whistle through the.

Is wept your hand and.

right into mine

Well how bout that

You.spread through out the cane

You feed your sweetnes but not remain

No more

If you borrow if you.

Me either.

bring you all again

Is any wonder she felt like alone

'Cause couldn’t be other make it feel like home