Angelina - Jonathan Edwards

When you left the reservation

Didn’t I promise you my life?

Said I’d make it in the city;

I can’t farm this land no more

And didn’t you like the dress

I bought you at the ladies store in town

So the people wouldn’t be laughing

At the Indian skins you wore

Oh Angelina, did you have to go so far

Seven weeks I have not found you

And it’s snowing on the mountain

Waiting at the railway station

I didn’t mean to make you cry

But the conductor said to hurry

Or we’d all be left behind

You know I couldn’t ne’er bought the ticket

If it cost a dollar more

And I laughed, laughed and turned around

To take your hand and you were gone