He use to sing his songs to his Sara Jane
The folk singer
His songs filled with love made the mountains ring
To the folk singer

At first Sara Jane was to be his bride
But as his fame grew she was pushed aside
So the mountain girl would say 'Good-bye'
To the folk singer

He let his hair grow long and he dressed in style
The folk singer
His voice was pure and the fans went wild
For the folk singer

He said, 'Sara Jane was much too plain'
So he left her alone as he gained more fame
But sorrow will come like a mountain rain
To the folk singer

Lavished in glory, fortune at his feet
The folk singer
Awoke one morning and he couldn't speak
The folk singer

The doctor said, 'His singing days were through'
Thousands wept, Sara Jane did too
He could not sing now his friends were few
The folk singer

Sick at heart in the mountains again
The folk singer
Now Sara Jane didn't look so plain
To the folk singer

Oh the power of love can do strange things
'Cause love has made him sing again
Only now he sings for his Sara Jane
The folk singer

And once again the mountains ring
To the folk singer
The folk singer, the folk singer