—Bill Monroe
A:
Sitting alone in the moonlight
Thinking of the days gone by
Wondering about my darling
I can still hear her saying goodbye
B:
Oh the moon grows pale as I sit here
Each little star seems to whisper and say
Your sweetheart has found another
And now she's far, far away
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A:
|: I | I♭ | I | I |
IV | V | I | I :| |
B:
|: IV | V | I | I |
IV | V | I | I :| |