No More the Moon Shines on Lorena
Way down upon the old plantation
Old Master used to own me as a slave
He had a little gal he'd call Lorena
And we courted where the wild bananas waved
For long years we courted and we were happy as one
I hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begun
No more the moon shines on Lorena
As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
And the possum playing on the wild banana
And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn
One day I went to see dear Lorena
I honked and she would meet me at the gate
But they took her away to old Virginie
And left me to morn for her fate
For years I longed to see her
Thoughts of her, as ever in my head
One day master read me a letter
Telling me that Lorena, she was dead
No more the moon shines on Lorena
As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
And the possum playing on the wild banana
And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn
But I know that her soul has gone to heaven
And there she is ever free from pain
To her brighter crown it is given
And no more will she wear these darky's chains
No more the moon shines on Lorena
As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
And the possum playing on the wild banana
And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn
Old Master used to own me as a slave
He had a little gal he'd call Lorena
And we courted where the wild bananas waved
For long years we courted and we were happy as one
I hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begun
No more the moon shines on Lorena
As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
And the possum playing on the wild banana
And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn
One day I went to see dear Lorena
I honked and she would meet me at the gate
But they took her away to old Virginie
And left me to morn for her fate
For years I longed to see her
Thoughts of her, as ever in my head
One day master read me a letter
Telling me that Lorena, she was dead
No more the moon shines on Lorena
As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
And the possum playing on the wild banana
And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn
But I know that her soul has gone to heaven
And there she is ever free from pain
To her brighter crown it is given
And no more will she wear these darky's chains
No more the moon shines on Lorena
As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
And the possum playing on the wild banana
And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn
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Writer(s): A.p. Carter
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