Alberta, let your hair hang low,
Alberta, let your hair hang low,
I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold,
If you'll only let your hair hang low

I thought my golden time would last,
But the field of hay was soon cut down,
A short few weeks and all was past,
And my golden girl... just a pain goes on

Alberta, what's on your mind,
Alberta, what's on your mind,
My heart's so sad 'cause you treat me so bad,
Alberta, what's on your mind ?

Alberta, let your hair hang low,
Alberta, let your hair hang low,
I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold,
If you'll only let your hair hang low

I saw her first on an April one,
as she walked through the mist in a field of hay,
Her hair hit the world with its golden glow,
and her smile on her face burnt my heart away

Alberta

Pernell Roberts

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