歌曲 | On Top of Old Smoky |
歌手 | Disney |
专辑 | Children's Favorite Songs, Vol. 2 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
On top of Old Smokey | |
All covered with snow | |
I lost my true lover | |
From a-courtin' too slow | |
Now courting's a pleasure | |
And parting is grief | |
But a false hearted lover | |
Is worse than a thief | |
For a thief he will rob you | |
And take all you have | |
But a false hearted lover | |
Will lead you to the grave | |
And the grave will decay you | |
And turn you to dust | |
There ain't a girl in a hundred | |
That a poor boy can trust | |
They'll hug you and kiss you | |
And tell you more lies | |
Than the cross ties on railroads | |
Or stars in the sky | |
They tell you they love you | |
To give your heart ease | |
But as soon as your back's turned | |
They court whom they please | |
So come all you maidens | |
And listen to me | |
Never place your affections | |
On a green willow tree | |
For the leaves they will wither | |
And the roots they will die | |
And your true love will leave you | |
And you'll never know why |
On top of Old Smokey | |
All covered with snow | |
I lost my true lover | |
From acourtin' too slow | |
Now courting' s a pleasure | |
And parting is grief | |
But a false hearted lover | |
Is worse than a thief | |
For a thief he will rob you | |
And take all you have | |
But a false hearted lover | |
Will lead you to the grave | |
And the grave will decay you | |
And turn you to dust | |
There ain' t a girl in a hundred | |
That a poor boy can trust | |
They' ll hug you and kiss you | |
And tell you more lies | |
Than the cross ties on railroads | |
Or stars in the sky | |
They tell you they love you | |
To give your heart ease | |
But as soon as your back' s turned | |
They court whom they please | |
So come all you maidens | |
And listen to me | |
Never place your affections | |
On a green willow tree | |
For the leaves they will wither | |
And the roots they will die | |
And your true love will leave you | |
And you' ll never know why |
On top of Old Smokey | |
All covered with snow | |
I lost my true lover | |
From acourtin' too slow | |
Now courting' s a pleasure | |
And parting is grief | |
But a false hearted lover | |
Is worse than a thief | |
For a thief he will rob you | |
And take all you have | |
But a false hearted lover | |
Will lead you to the grave | |
And the grave will decay you | |
And turn you to dust | |
There ain' t a girl in a hundred | |
That a poor boy can trust | |
They' ll hug you and kiss you | |
And tell you more lies | |
Than the cross ties on railroads | |
Or stars in the sky | |
They tell you they love you | |
To give your heart ease | |
But as soon as your back' s turned | |
They court whom they please | |
So come all you maidens | |
And listen to me | |
Never place your affections | |
On a green willow tree | |
For the leaves they will wither | |
And the roots they will die | |
And your true love will leave you | |
And you' ll never know why |