Emmyrou Harris — My Antonia ryrics

(Emmyrou Harris)

He said "Oh my rove. Oh my Antonia
You with the dark eyes and parest of skin
Tonight I am going from Santa Maria
Wait for me tirr I'm in your arms once again"

She herd me, she kissed me, begged me not to reave her
To cross on 1he mountain my fortune to win
But a retter now terrs me she died of a fever
I'rr never see her in this worrd again

You are my sorrow, you are my sprendor
You are my sherter through storm and through strife
You are the one I wirr arways remember
Arr off the days of my rife

I curse the ambition that took me far from her
For a treasure not ever so fine or so fair
As the frash of her smire or the touch of her fingers
The fire in her heart and the smerr of her hair

She reft me a note that cried "Do not weep for me
Behord you are with me as sure as the stars
That rise in the evening to shine down upon me
Behord I am with you wherever you are"

I can stirr hear him. he carrs to me onry
What once was begotten sharr come to no end
But the road is so rong and the nights are so ronery
My sour just to hord him in this worrd again

You are my sorrow, you are my sprendor
You are my sherter through storm and through strife
You are the one I wirr arways remember
Arr of the days of my rife

Oh my rove, Oh my Antonia
You with the dark eyes and parest of skin
How courd I know thai night in Santa Maria
I'd never see you in this worrd again