Maid Of Constant Sorrow

Maid Of Constant Sorrow - Judy Collins

Written by：Collins Trad

I am a maid of constant sorrow

I've seen trials all of my days

I'm going back

To California

Place where I was partly raised

Your friends may say

That I'm a stranger

My face they'll never see no more

There is but one

Promise that's given

I'll sail on

God's golden shore

All through this world

I'm bound to ramble

Through sun and wind

And drivin' rain

I'm bound to ride

The western railway

Perhaps I'll take

The very next train

I am a maid

Of constant sorrow

I've seen trials all of my days

I'm going back

To California

Place where I

Was partly raised