(Merle Kilgore)      He used to sing his songs to his Sara Jane, the folk singer   His songs filled with love made the mountains ring, the folk singer   At first Sara Jane was to be his bride   But as his fame grew she was pushed aside   Sweet mountain girl would say goodbye, to the folk singer.      He let his hair grown long and he dressed in style, the folk singer   His voice was pure and the fans went wild for, the folk singer   He said Sara Jane was much too plain   So he left her alone as he gained more fame   But sorrow will come like the mountain rain to, the folk singer.      --- Instrumental ---      Lavished in glory fortune at his feet, the folk singer   Awoke one morning and he could not speak, the folk singer   The doctors said his singing days were through   Thousands wept Sara Jane did too   He couldn't sing now his friends were few, the folk singer.      Sick at heart in the mountains again, the folk singer   Now Sara Jane didn't look so plain to, the folk singer   Ah the power of love can do strange things   Cause love has made him sing again   Now he sings for his Sara Jane, the folk singer.      And once again the mountains ring   To the folk singer, the folk singer   The folk singer, the folk singer...