I wish (to the) Lord my train would come
I wish (to the) Lord my train would come
I wish (to the) Lord my train would come
And take me back where I come from.

True love, don't weep, true love don't mourn
True love, don't weep, true love don't mourn
True love, don't weep or mourn for me
I'm goin' down to the marble town

I wish (to the) Lord my babe was born
and sit tin' on his daddy's knee,
And me, poor girl, was dead and gone,
(the) green grass growin' over me