mornful wind passing southbound breaks through the dark but not so still big wheels roll on down the valley that lonesome sound makes my blood chill now the sad wind sighs in the lonesome graveyard the cold rain falls and the trees bow down i can hear my darlin softly callin but she s asleep in the cold cold ground when i die and the angels beckon put me on that train for one last ride bury me close to my darlin so i can be close by her side 