On a morning bright and clear, to my old home I drew near, was a village down in sunny Tennessee.I was speeding on a train that would bring me back again to the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.I can hear the old folk singing, as she bid farewell to me.Far across the fields of cotton, my old home still I can see.As the moon rose in its glory, I told my sweet story to the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.The old train drew up at last, all the familiar scenes I've passed, when I kissed my mother at the station door.All the crowd that gathered round, tears on every face I found, but I miss the one that I'd been longing for.I can hear the old folk singing, as she bid farewell to me.Far across the fields of cotton, my old home still I can see.As the moon rose in its glory, I told my sweet story to the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.Then I whispered, Mother dear, where is Mary, she's not here. All the world seemed lost and sadness came to me.Then she pawned into a spot in that little old churchyard lot, where my Mary sleeps in sunny Tennessee.I can hear the old folk singing, as she bid farewell to me.Far across the fields of cotton, my old home still I can see.As the moon rose in its glory, I told my sweet story to the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.