Don’t forget me little darling while I’m growing old and grey,
Just a little thought before I’m going far away,
I’ll be waiting on the hillside where the wild red roses grow,
On the sunny side of the mountain where the rippling waters flow.
Don’t forget about those days we courted many years ago,
Don’t forget those promises you made me and so,
It’s been so long dear since I’ve seen you but my love still lingers on,
Don’t forget me little darling though our love is past and gone.
Tell me in your letter do you ever think of me,
Please answer little darling tell me where you can be,
I’ll be waiting on the hillside on the day that you will call,
On the sunny side of the mountain where the rippling waters fall.
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