A Distant Land To Roam

I remember very well on one dark and dreary day

Just as I was leaving home for a distant land to roam

   Mother said (mother said) my dear boy (my dear boy)

   I hope to see you next year again

   Fare you well (fare you well) fare you well (fare you well)

   So I left my dear old home for a distant land to roam

Now I wandered far away from my home I've gone astray

Now I'm coming coming home never more from thee to roam

And these words she said to me as she took me by the hand

If on earth we meet no more may we meet at God's right hand

Recorded 11/25/29 Atlanta, Ga
                 6/10/36 New York, NY