Vernon Dalhart - The d**h of Floyd Collins lyrics

The d**h Of Floyd Collins Oh, come all you young people and listen while I tell The fate of Floyd Collins, a lad we all know well His face was fair and handsome, his heart was true and brave His body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave How sad, how sad the story, it fills our eyes with tears Its memories too, will linger for many, many years A brokenhearted father, who tried his boy to save Will now weep tears of sorrow at the door of Floyd's cave Oh, mother, don't you worry; dear father, don't be sad I'll tell you all my troubles in an awful dream I had I dreamed that I was a prisoner, my life I could not save I cried, "Oh, must I perish within this silent cave?" "Oh, Floyd," cried his mother, "Don't go, my son, don't go 'Twould leave us brokenhearted if this should happen so" Though Floyd did not listen, advice his mother gave So his body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave His father often warned him from follies to desist He told him of the danger and the awful risk But Floyd would not listen to the oft advice he gave So his body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave Oh, how the news did travel! Oh, how the news did go It traveled through the papers and over the radio A rescue party gathered, his life they tried to save But his body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave The rescue party labored, they worked both night and day To move the mighty barrier that stood within the way To rescue Floyd Collins, this was their battle cry "We'll never, no, we'll never let Floyd Collins die." But on that faithful morning, the sun rose in the sky The workers were still busy, we'll save him by and by But, oh, how sad the ending, his life could not be saved His body then was sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave Young people, oh, take warning from Floyd Collins' fate And get right with your Maker before it's too late It may not be a sand cave in which we find our tomb But at the bar of judgement, we, too, must meet our doom The mining experts gathered, they sought to find a plan To lift poor Floyd's body from far beneath the sand And oh, how they did struggle with hearts brave and stout But the cave that swallowed Collins would never leave him out