The moon beamed down so lightly,
on distant fields of clover.
The gypsy cowboy wanders,
because he knows it's over.
And everything's so quiet.
The town is down in slumber.
His cowboy lady mutters, let's roll another number.
Oh, oh so sad
The trouble that's in this old world,
it makes me so sad.
Oh, oh so sad,
Mama cried.
And o'er the field of clover,
an angel band was singing.
With maidens throwing roses, and heaven's lights were screaming
Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man's brother
Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other.
Oh, oh so sad
You build it up you tear it down
Oh it makes me so sad
Oh, oh so sad
Mama cried