[Verse 1] O the ridge is high and the water's wide and my love went over the mountainside he left his coat on the hickory chair and the wind came down through his empty hair [Chorus] Sing-o, sing-o, lay me low where the laurel and the thunder grow Sing-o, sing-o, hold me near for the ridge is high and the winter's here [Verse 2] O the crow sits still on the broken fence and the rain comes down without pretense I'll wash my hands in the cold spring creek and I'll say his name once a week [Chorus] Sing-o, sing-o, lay me low where the laurel and the thunder grow Sing-o, sing-o, hold me near for the ridge is high and the winter's here
