A Man I Met In My Youth came To Me In The Light Of Truth a Beautiful Dream That Was till He Died One Rainy Fall there I Was A Child Bride widowed At Ninteen, Defied never Would I Let Him Go go To The Place That Heaven Knows
on The Evening Of His Death my Shoulders Felt A Brushing Breath cold Were His Hands On My Breast the Man That I Loved And Put To Rest he Came To Me And Held Me Close we Danced Til Dawn In The Early Snow there I Felt Him Cry And Cry