Cold Ground

Round de meadows am a ringing
De darkey's mournful song
While de mocking bird am singing
Happy as de day am long


Where de ivy am a creeping
O'er de grassy mound
Dare old massa am sleeping
Sleeping in de cold, cold graound


Down in de cornfield
Hear dat mournful sound
All de darkeys am a weeping
Massa's in de cold, cold gound



When de autumn leaves were falling
When de days were cold
Twas hard to hear old massa calling
Cayse he was so weak and old


Now do orange tree am blooming
On de sandy shore
Now de summer days am comming
Massa nebber calls no more



Massa made de darkeys love him
Cayse he was so kind
Now, dey sadly weep above him
Mournin cayse he leave dem behind


I can not work before tomorrow
Cayse de teardrop flow
I try to drive away my sorrow
Pickin' on de old banjo