My Plow My Companion And Me

All the flowers that I loved in the wildwood
Have since lost their beautiful blooms
And the memories dear friends of my childhood
Have slumbered for years in the dunes

It’s no wonder I’m broken-hearted
And stricken with sorrow shall be
We have lived, we have loved, we have parted
My plow, my companion and me

Just think of that lovely dark morning
When the spirit of earth shall be free
And we meet who we’ve loved in the dawning
My plow, my companion and me

It’s no wonder I’m broken-hearted
And stricken with sorrow shall be
We have lived, we have loved, we have parted
My plow, my companion and me