voiceDoney Hammontree Bethel Grove, Arkansas June 14, 1951 Collected by Irene Carlisle Reel 129 THE BANKS OF THE OLD TENNESSEE I've a father dead and gone, dead and gone; He sleeps 'neath the willow tree, the willow tree; We will meet by the moonlight, my darling, On the banks of the old Tennessee. We will meet by the moonlight, ray darling, On the banks of the old Tennessee. Oh, where are the friends of my childhood? They sleep 'neath the old willow tree. I've a mother dead and gone, dead and gone; She sleeps 'neath the willow tree, the willow tree; We will meet by the moonlight, my darling, On the banks of the old Tennessee. We will meet by the moonlight, my darling, On the banks of the old Tennessee; Oh, where are the friends of my child...