文本歌词

On Top Of Old Smokey - Kate Smith
On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a courtin' so slow
A courting's a pleasure
A parting is grief
And a false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
A thief always rob you
And take what you save
But a false hearted lover
Lead you to your grave
It's ashers to ashers
And dust to dust
Not a boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust
For the leaves they will whither
And then may will die
And you'll be forsaken
And never know why
So if you have true love here
Who stand by your side
He will love you forever
Can make you his wife