[1] It's been ten long [3maj] years since [4] I left my [1] home
In the hollow where I was [5] born
Where the [1] cool fall [3maj] nights make the [4] wood smoke [1] rise
And the foxhunter [5] blew his [1] horn

I fell in love with a girl in the town
I thought that she would be true
I ran away to Charlottesville
And worked in a sawmill crew

[5] What have they done with the [1] old home place
[2maj] Why did they tear it [5] down
And [1] why did I [3maj] leave the [4] plow in the [1] field
And look for a [5] job in the [1] town

The girl ran off with somebody else
The tariffs took my pay
And now I stand where the old home stood
Before they took it away

Now the geese fly South and the wind grows cold
As I stand here and hang my head
I've lost my love I've lost my home
And now I wish that I was dead