Norman Blake
Ella Ree
[Verse 1]
Oh Ella Ree, so kinda and true
In the little church on high
Her grave is bright with drops of dew
But brighter were her eyes

[Chorus]
Then carry me back to Tennessee
There let me live and die
Among the fields of yellow corn
In the land where Ella lies

[Verse 2]
Her dark brown eyes and gentle face
I think I yet can see
I love the place where she was born
Way down in Tennessee

[Chorus]
Then carry me back to Tennessee
There let me live and die
Among the fields of yellow corn
In the land where Ella lies

[Verse 3]
The summer moon will rise and set
The night birds trill their way
Where the sweet magnolia's fragrant air
Blows over her lowly grave
[Chorus]
Then carry me back to Tennessee
There let me live and die
Among the fields of yellow corn
In the land where Ella lies