John Travolta Love Song For Bobby Long

Mother, go make my bed
Make it long and narrow
My true love died for me yesterday
I shall die for him tomorrow
She was buried in the church house yard
And he was buried there beside her
And from his grave grew roses red
From hers grew greenbriers
They grew and they grew so very high
Till they could grow no higher
And at the top grew a true lover's knot
Twined with greenbriers
Y'all, this is Lorraine's daughter, Pursey.
She's gonna stay with us for a while.