She had the color of honey
and she was bought from Dahomey
1847 she run away
looking for freedom so faraway...

cnd she never knew how hard is the real pain
'till she found Joe Jackson's wiplash,
cnd she never knew how hard is the real pain
'till she saw her own blood flowin'

I don't hope to see you
I don't hope to see you again
I don't hope to see you
I don't hope to see you again

When I saw her body in the river
and her soul was taken forever
I tought to myself
that she never coul'd see my love when I hold her

cnd I never knew how hard is the real pain
'till I've cried beside her grave,
cnd I never knew how hard is the real pain
now I'm lost in no man's land

I don't hope to see you
I don't hope to see you again
I don't hope to see you
I don't hope to see you again

I don't hope to see you
I don't hope to see you again
I don't hope to see you
I don't hope to see you again