Far Away, Down On A Georgia Farm - Norman Blake

Oh I will never forget that day

In the woodland glade in May

How your sweet smile did my heart beguile

And stole my poor soul away

Sunlight shone on your brown, chestnut hair

And a face as fair as the morn

Returned my gaze with such winning ways

My sad spirit was reborn

We said that we would run away

Where no one could ever do us harm

In the shadow of the mountain’s cool green shade

Or away down on a Georgia farm

20 years roll by

We travel on the road

From the farm so far we did stray

To the cities and the towns

We rambled around

Just a-playing and a-singing for pay

And the ways of the world we did take in our hearts

Ever dreaming from long day to day

That all in all would be our downfall

And lead to sin and decay