Bessie's gone away

I looked in the high meadow for her
I think she's gone
I looked down by the river
And I looked behind the barn

Ogwen--Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away

I saw this girl down by the fence
In the morning mist
She was telling things to Bessie
It looked strange--I wonder if...

Ogwen--Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away

Well, maybe it's a blessing
What with winter coming on
Because the man who owns this farm
Was going to sell her to the yards

Oh, I hope she really got away
Ogwen--we are old
I guess nothing is ever ours
So much that we don't know

Ogwen--Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away