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Saro

from Hypatia by Syd Lane

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Pretty Saro, an old Appalachian folk song.

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When I first come to this country in 18 and 49
I saw many fair loviers, but never saw mine
I viewed it all around me
I found I was quite alone
And me a poor stranger
And a long way from home

Well my true love, she won't have me
And it's this I understand
For she wants some freeholder
And I've got no land
But I couldn't maintain her
On silver and gold
And all of the fine things
As my loves house could hold

Fair you well to old father.
Fair you well to the mother too
I am going for to ramble
This wild world all through
And when I get weary
I'll sit down and cry
And think of my Saro
Pretty Saro, my bride

Well I wished I was a poet
Could write some fine hand
I would write my love a letter
She might understand
I'd send it by water
Where the islands overflow
And I'd think of my darling
Wherever she'd go

Well I wished I was a turtledove
Had wings and could fly
Far away to my lovers lodging
Tonight I draw nigh
And in her lily white arms
I'd lay there all night
And I'd watch through them little winders
For a dawning of day

Well I strolled through the mountains
I strolled through the vale
I strolled to forget her
But it was in vain
On the banks of Ocoee
On the mount of said brow
Where I once loved her dearly
And I don't hate her now

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from Hypatia, released March 6, 2016

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Syd Lane Woodstock, New York

Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

I live in a cabin in the Catskills where I record music in my home studio.

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