No More the Moon Shines on Lorena - Alex Chilton

Way down upon the old plantation

Old Master used to own me as a slave

He had a little gal he’d call Lorena

And we courted where the wild bananas waved

For long years we courted and we were happy as one

I hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begun

No more the moon shines on Lorena

As we sit and watch the coon among the corn

And the possum playing on the wild banana

And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn

One day I went to see dear Lorena

I honked and she would meet me at the gate

But they took her away to old Virginie

And left me to morn for her fate

For years I longed to see her

Thoughts of her, as ever in my head

One day master read me a letter

Telling me that Lorena, she was dead

No more the moon shines on Lorena

As we sit and watch the coon among the corn

And the possum playing on the wild banana

And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn

But I know that her soul has gone to heaven

And there she is ever free from pain

To her brighter crown it is given

And no more will she wear these darky’s chains

No more the moon shines on Lorena

As we sit and watch the coon among the corn

And the possum playing on the wild banana

And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn