In constant sorrow all through my days!
I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was born and raised
The place where I was born and raised
For six long years, I've been in trouble
no pleasure here, on earth I've found
For in this world, I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
I have no friends to help me now
You can bury me in some deep Valley,
For many years, where I may lay.
Then you may learn to love another
while I am sleeping in my grave
while I am sleeping in my grave
Maybe your friends think, I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But, there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
I'll meet you on God's golden shore!