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