Tommy Roe - The Folk Singer Lyrics

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
Sweet 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

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
Sweet 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