1. Every night when the sun goes in
Every night when the sun goes in
I hang my head and mournful cry.
True love, don’t weep, true love, don’t mourn
True love, don’t weep nor mourn for me,
I’m going away to Marble town.
I wish to the Lord that train would come
To take me back where I come from.
It’s once my apron hung down low
He’d follow me through both sleet snd snow.
It’s now my apron’s to my chin
He’ll face my door and won’t come in.
I wish to the Lord my babe was born,
A-sitting upon his pappy’s knee.
And me, poor girl, was dead and gone,
And the green grass growing over me.
Chaque nuit quand le soleil se couche...