The Kentuckian Song

I see my darling in each spray of summer sunlight
I see my darling in the leaves that fall
I see her walking in the rainy April sadness
And hear her name in every bluebird call

I told the possum in the guntree the rackoon on the ground
Told everyone bout my darling of the happiness I found
My heart would cry more than the weeping willow tree
If my darling and her heart were not for me

I told the possum in the guntree...