Robert Earl Keen, Jr. The Bluegrass Widow Lyrics

It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day
The day the fever got him, and took him far away
Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue

It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing "Cabin on the Hill