Johnny my dear You have come back home It's taken its toll Being left all alone Don't mind my face It has aged a bit While your face looks the same I must admit Johnny my sweet Won't you take a seat? I haven't seen your face in many years Is your hair still brown? Is your heart weighed down? Would you come home in the morning? What tales are you For a woman such as me? Have you seen the Rio Grande? Or the hills of Tennessee? Did you think of me at all On your lonesome dreary (?) You called my name In the morning Johnny my sweet Won't you take a seat? I haven't seen your face in many years Is your hair still brown? Is your heart weighed down? Would you come home in the morning? As for me, I've been craving company With the snow falling down There's nothing much to see Did you miss the snow falling Did you hear me softly calling You called my name In the morning Johnny my sweet Won't you take a seat? I haven't seen your face in many years Is your hair still brown? Is your heart weighed down? Would you come home in the morning?