ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY 1925 |
ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY,
ALL COVERED WITH SNOW,
I LOST MY TRUE LOVER
FOR COURTIN’ TOO SLOW.
FOR COURTIN’S A PLEASURE,
AND PARTING IS GRIEF,
AND A FALSE-HEARTED LOVER
IS WORSE THAN A THIEF.
A THIEF WILL JUST ROB YOU,
AND TAKE ALL YOU HAVE,
BUT A FALSE-HEARTED LOVER
WILL DRIVE YOU TO THE GRAVE.
THE GRAVE WILL DECAY YOU,
AND TURN YOU TO DUST,
NOT ONE MAN IN A HUNDRED
A POOR GIRL CAN TRUST.
HE’LL HUG YOU AND KISS YOU,
AND TELL YOU MORE LIES,
THAN CROSS-TIES ON A RAILROAD
OR STARS IN THE SKY.
SO COME YE YOUNG MAIDENS,
COME LISTEN TO ME.
NEVER PLACE YOUR AFFECTIONS,
ON A GREEN WILLOW TREE.
THE LEAVES THEY WILL WHITHER,
THE ROOTS THEY WILL DIE,
AND YOU’LL BE FORSAKEN
AND NEVER KNOW WHY.
