George Collins- Hedy West (GA) 1967 REC
[From the album Ballads and Songs of the Appalachians; 1967 Topic Records Ltd.
This seems like a cover song but may be from her family in Georgia.
R. Matteson 2015]
George Collins- Sung by Hedy West; 1967
[Guitar intro, with Banjo accomp.]
George Collins rode home one cold winter night
George Collins rode home so fine.
George Collins rode home one cold winter night
And taken sick and died.
Little Mattie was sitting in George's room,
Sewing her silk so fine.
And when she heard that George was dead
She laid her silks aside.
She followed him up, she followed him down
She followed him to the grave,
She fell upon her bending knee
She wept, she mourned, she prayed.
Set down the coffin, lift up the lid
Set back the sheeting so fine
And let me kiss those sweet col lips
For I know they'll never kiss mine
"Oh daughter, oh daughter why do you weep
There's more young men than one?"
"Oh mother, oh mother George has my heart,
And now he's dead and gone."
Oh don't you see that lonesome dove
Flying from pine to pine?
It's mourning for its own true-love
Just like I mourn for mine.
Look up look down that lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry,
The best of friends must part sometimes
So why not George and I.