My Own Version of Clementine (Oh My Darling song)
In the mountains
Thro the valleys
Lived a girl with hair so fine
She had soon been
A poorly widow
And her name was Caroline
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline
And the husband
Whilst he laid there
She remained clung to his side
Never leaving
Always pleading
That she would soon never cry
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline
And the warm days
Turned to winter
And the thorns fell from the pine
When they found her
Thro ice that bound her
And laid to rest dear Caroline
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You were lost but never lonely
Found again, poor Caroline
Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 12:26 PM UTC
My Own Version of Clementine (Oh My Darling song)
In the mountains
Thro the valleys
Lived a girl with hair so fine
She had soon been
A poorly widow
And her name was Caroline
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline
And the husband
Whilst he laid there
She remained clung to his side
Never leaving
Always pleading
That she would soon never cry
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline
And the warm days
Turned to winter
And the thorns fell from the pine
When they found her
Thro ice that bound her
And laid to rest dear Caroline
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You were lost but never lonely
Found again, poor Caroline
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