Don’t forget me Ida , come back to me again
Don’t forget me Ida , don’t forget my eyes
They way they beg you Ida , beneath the starlit skies
Sweet as apple cider , softer than a tear
You took away the green grass and left me waiting here

The morning rains, come home again , the hunter from the hills
Ev’rybody needs you home again
I guess they always will
Through the storm you wander
Through each covered glen
Please don’t forget me Ida , come back to me again

Don’t forget me Ida , don’t forget my eyes
They way they beg you Ida , beneath the starlit skies
Sweet as apple cider , softer than a tear
You took away the green grass and left me waiting here