Don't Cry, Suzanne

DON'T CRY, SUZANNE
Terry Wadsworth

Goodbye, Suzanne. Don't cry Suzanne, though I'm gone away.
Yesterday was Sunday. Monday is today. I hear the bugle blowin', callin' ev'ry man.
I'll be home by early spring. Don't cry, Suzanne.

Your eyes are too gentle for to see the shame of war.
Some will be a-dyin' before the battle's through.
Some will be a-cryin', as I will be for you.

My love for you is longer than the rollin' of the sun.
When brooks are overflowin' I'll be hitchin' up the plow.
I'll be back in time for autumn, but I must leave you now.

[Recorded by The New Christy Minstrels on "Presenting: The New Christy Minstrels