All the Good Times are Past and Gone

All the good times are past and gone.

All the good times are o'er.

All the good times are past and gone.

Little darling don't you weep no more.

I wish to the Lord I'd never been born

Or died when I was young.

I never would have seen your sparkling blue eyes

Or heard your lying tongue.

Don't you see that turtle dove

That flies from pine to pine?

He's mourning for his own true love

Just like I mourn for mine.

Don't you see that passenger train

Going around the bend?

It's talking away my own true love

To never return again.

Come back, come back my own true love

And stay a while with me.

For if ever I've had a friend in this world

You've been a friend to me.