Abilene

I fell in love with a girl of nineteen

A black haired girl I called Abilene

Young girl, where's your husband?

Sadly, she replied, "I do not have one"

Then it's you I'll marry with your parents' permissionNo, fine sir, they will not let me marry

For I am a young girl and you are a man without money

Then I'll come by your window

Tonight when they both will be sleepingOutside your window in a carriage, I will be waiting

They'll awake, find you gone

Rub their eyes, and think they're dreaming

And never did they think that their Abilene would leave themNow, fine sir, where is it you shall take me?

Is it in the mountains high

Or is it the deep blue sea?