Find it when you hide it Through the woods we roam

Boys through the woods we rode The next I saw was a blind man

Come-a-loo, come-a-loo, come-a-hi-ho Down the merry street

Come around, down, down, come a-deep a-deep a-down.

Here's around.

Oh, oh, oh, the bugle, oh, and the big, fat diddle, and the eye.

You're the way to me, Lord.

All along the old back road.

People stopped to talk at her garden gate.

While inside the family cried all through the night.

Cause the old woman had passed away.

I loved her so and oh, she was a special one.

A lovely lady and a gentle old soul

And she taught me to sing an old folk song.

It's got a melody of a hundred years ago.

And she sang, I come aloo, come aloo, come a-hi-lo, I come down the merry stream.

I'm remembering.

Those memories have given me so much.

She wore her age so gracefully.

And there was not a living thing that she did not love.

And I pray that there is a little of her in me.

Oklahoma in the summertime.

In her rocking chair, she's singing there on the pole.

While the hounds are howling through the hot black night And that old fox, well, he's a-running like he never has done before

When you hear the melody When I play my song

Every note you hear from me, she's singing right along.

And she sang, come aloo, come aloo, come a-hi-lo, come down the merry screen.

I'm remembering.

All along the old back road.

People stop to talk at a garden gate.

While inside the family cried all through the night.

Did you hear that old Mrs. Whitten has passed away too?

Come aloo, come aloo, come a-hi-lo, come down the merry stream.

Come a-rent and tram and a dippy dippy dow.

Hear the row, the bow, wow, wow, the bugle's

On the big fire diddle in the hidey hole Through the woods we're going home, boys Through the woods we're going home Come a-loo, come a-loo, come a-hi-lo Come down the merry street