Alberta

Alberta, let your hair hang low

I saw her first on an

April morn'

As she walked through the mist in a field of hay

Her hair lit the world with its golden glow

And the smile on her face burned my heart away

Alberta, let your hair hang low

Alberta, let your hair hang low

I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold

If you'll only let your hair hang low

I thought my golden time would last

But the field of hay was soon cut down

In a short few weeks it all was past

And my golden girl just a painful song

Alberta, what's on your mind?

Alberta, what's on your mind?

My heart is so sad 'cause you treat me so bad

Alberta, what's on your mind?

Alberta, let your hair hang low