The Red Plum - The Ozark Mountain Daredevils

The blacksmith dreams of a white queen

The blacksmith dreams of a queen

The cobbler dreams of a gold ring

The cobbler dreams of a ring

And weeds grow wild on the village green

The red plum rots on the ground

And she lays there with a bright gold ring

And a pure white ivory crown

The wheelwright dreams of a jewel’d case

The wheelwright dreams of a case

The drover dreams of the queen’s lace

The drover dreams of the lace

And weeds grow wild on the village green

The red plum rots on the ground

And she lays there with a bright jewel’d case

In a full length white lace gown

The crier dreams of a queen’s face

The crier dreams of a face

The fletcher dreams of a royal place

The fletcher dreams of a place

And no one goes where the weeds bend deep

When the snow falls down on the town

And she lays there in a dreamless sleep

And the red plum can’t be found