Maid of Constant Sorrow - Judy Collins

I am a maid of constant sorrow

I've seen trials all of my days

I'm going back to California

Place where I was partly raised

Your friends may say that I'm a stranger

My face they'll never see no more

There is but one promise that's given

I'll sail on God's golden shore

All through this world I'm bound to ramble

Through sun and wind and drivin' rain

I'm bound to ride the western railway

Perhaps I'll take the very next train

I am a maid of constant sorrow

I've seen trials all of my days

I'm going back to California

Place where I was partly raised