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.