Alberta

Alberta, let your hair hang low
I saw her first on an
April morn
As she walked through the mist in a field of hay
Her hair lit the world with its golden glow
And the smile on her face burned my heart away
Alberta, let your hair hang low
Alberta, let your hair hang low
Ill give you more gold than your apron can hold
If youll only let your hair hang low
I thought my golden time would last
But the field of hay was soon cut down
In a short few weeks it all was past
And my golden girl just a painful song
Alberta, whats on your mind?
Alberta, whats on your mind?
My heart is so sad cause you treat me so bad
Alberta, whats on your mind?
Alberta, let your hair hang low