Early one morning
As the sun was rising
I heard a voice in the valley below

Don't decieve me
Don't you leave me
How could you treat a poor girl so?

Early one morning
I saw her walking
Heard a voice in the valley below

Don't decieve me
Don't you leave me
How could you treat a poor boy so?

So I sit on yonder hill
And I wonder if anyone
Thinks of me still

Why did you leave me?
Why did you decieve me?
How could you treat a poor girl so?

If anyone thinks of me still
Why do you leave me?