It's been ten long years since I left my home
In the hollow where I was born.
Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise,
And a fox hunter blows his horn.
I fell in love with a girl from the town
What have they done to the old home place,
why did they tear it down?
And why did I leave the plow in the field,
and look for a job in the town.
Well, the girl ran off with somebody else