Seven songs as unpretentious as the wild rose

Once more I sit at evening
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The light of the morn is breaking
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Just a-wearyin' for you
All the time a-feelin' blue.
Wishin' for you, wond'rin' when
You'll be comin' home again.
Restless, don't know what to do.
Just a-wearyin' for you.

Mornin' comes, the birds awake.
Used to sing so for your sake.
But there's sadness in the notes
That come trillin' from their throats.
Seem to feel your absence too,
Just a-wearyin' for you.

Evenin' comes, I miss you more
When the dark gloom's round the door.
Seems just like you orter be
There to open it for me.
Latch goes tinklin', thrills me through.
Sets me wearyin' for you.

Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch 'll go a-singin' as it pass.
  An' w'en I 's a-layin' low,
  I kin hyeah it as it go
Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res' at las'."

Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a little pool,
An' de watah stan's so quiet lak an' cool,
  Whah de little birds in spring,
  Ust to come an' drink an' sing,
An' de chillen waded on dey way to school.

Let me settle w'en my shouldahs draps dey load
Nigh enough to hyeah de noises in de road;
  Fu' I t'ink de las' long res'
  Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes'
Ef I's layin' 'mong de t'ings I's allus knowed.

I love you truly, truly dear
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Ah! 'tis but a dainty flow'r I bring to you
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Some little children hear a song that mother sweetly sings
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