Well it's every night, when the sun goes in
Every night, when the sun goes in
Well it's every night, when the sun goes in

I hang my head in a mournful cry
Well I wish to the Lord that my babe was born
Sitting on his daddy's knee
And me, poor girl, was dead and gone
With green grass growing over me

Oh yeah I wish to the Lord that my train would come
Oh, to hear it whistle all around the bend
Well I wish to the Lord that my train would come
And take me back
Oh where I come from