The Passing Stranger

I was born in East Virginia

On a journey I did go

There I met a pretty young maiden

But her name I did not know

Her eyes a dark brown color

Her cheeks a rosy red

On her breast she wore white lillies

And a ribbon on her head

I would clothe her in silks and satins

Though fortune have I none

I would build her a towering mansion

And my wandering would be done

I have roamed the whole world over

Oh, her face I can't forget

'Til I find that pretty young maiden

I must stay a wanderer yet

I was born in East Virginia

Now my journey's nearly done

I have found that pretty young maiden

And I know our day will come