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Texty: Hank Williams. Singing Waterfall.

There's a singing waterfall
In the mountains far away
That's where I long to be
At the close of everyday

That's where my sweetheart's sleepin'
Down beneath the clay
I often sit and wonder why
The Lord took her away

We'd meet there every evening
When the sun was sinkin' low
And we'd listen to the waters
As they rippled soft and low

And since she's gone to Heaven
I miss her most of all
Tonight my darlin's sleepin'
By the singing waterfall

Last night as I lay dreamin'
I heard my darlin' call
And then I went to meet her
By the singing waterfall

She took me in her arms
Just like she used to do
And then I heard her whisper
"We'll meet beyond the blue"

We'd meet there every evening
When the sun was sinkin' low
And we'd listen to the waters
As they rippled soft and low

And since she's gone to Heaven
I miss her most of all
Tonight my darlin's sleepin'
By the singing waterfall