Isa Brown

Isa Brown, Isa Brown
Prettiest girl in the town
She’s up with the sun
She works all day
Sweet Isa Brown

He works in the mill
She’s scratching for gold
Sweat on his back
Dust in her soul
And when they call time
He returns to his Isa Brown

She works for scraps
He works for the man
She never complains
He does what he can
And when the sun sets she’s waiting for him
Sweet Isa Brown

He loves her plain
She loves him fine
Winter, spring and summertime
At the end of the day
He always returns to his Isa Brown

Sunrise, sunset
She’s waiting for him
Sweet Isa Brown

┬ęGenni Kane (Control)