[1] Alberta [3m] let your [^b7] hair [5] hang [1] low

[1] I saw her first on an [5] April [1] morn'
As she walked through the [3m] mist in a [4] field of [5] hay
Her [1] hair lit the world with its [4] golden [1] glow
And the smile on her [3m] face [2m] burned my [5] heart [1] away

[1] Alberta [3m] let your [^b7] hair [5] hang [1] low
[1] Alberta let your [^b7] hair hang [5] low
I'll [4] give you more [3m] gold than your [5] apron can [1] hold [6m]
If you'll [1] only [3m] let your [^b7] hair [5] hang [1] low

I thought my golden time would last
But the field of hay was soon cut down
In a short few weeks it all was past
And my [1] golden [3m] girl [^b7] just a [5] painful song

Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta what's on your mind
My heart is so sad 'cause you treat me so bad
Alberta what's on your mind

Alberta let your hair hang low