Hank Snow - The Blue Velvet Band |
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The Blue Velvet Band
Hank Snow If you listen a story I'll tell you, Of a girl who once lived in this land; A girl who was once my sweetheart, She was know as The Blue Velvet Band. On her cheeks was the first flush of nature, Her hair hung down in long tresses, Her beauty, it seemed to expand, Tied back with a blue velvet band. I can still see those tears as we parted, Of my heart broken Blue Velvet Band; As I left I told her I'd never Come back to my old home again. Was all that my poor heart could stand, Five years on the wide open spaces every night as I lay on my pillow, I would dream of my Blue Velvet Band. Then one night as I lay down dreaming Of home and poor mother and dad, Like a flash by my bedside was standing The form of my Blue Velvet Band. I started next day for my darling, Just to go back and make her my bride; But as I reached the old country depot, They told my my sweet heart has died. They laid her to rest in the churchyard, Midst the sweet summer flowers of the land; On her head was a blue velvet band.On her finger the ring I had bought her, |
