When you left the reservation,
well didn't I promise you my life?
I said I'd make it in the city,
for I can't farm this land no more.
Well, didn't you like the dress I bought you
In the ladies' store in town
So the people wouldn't be laughing
Angelina, oh, did you have to go so far?
In seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain
Waiting at the railroad station I
didn't mean to make you cry
But the conductor, he said to me
Oh, we'd all be left behind
But if they'd have cost a dollar more
Then when I left, I left and turned around
To take your hand, you were gone
Angelina, oh, did you have to go so far?
In seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain
In seven weeks, I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountains
