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

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 weep no more

Don't you see that turtle dove
That flies from pine to pine
He's mourning for his own [bad word] love
Just like I mourn for mine
 [bad word] back [bad word] back my own [bad word] love
And stay awhile with me
For if ever I've had a friend in this world
You've been that friend to me.

Version: Bill Monroe