The moon beamed down so lightly on distant field of clover The gypsy cowboy wanders because he know it's over And everything 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 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 discontent words of one way up or the other
Oh, oh so sad You build it up you tear it down home it makes me so sad Oh oh so sad mama cried
