A rovin' on a winter's night
Thinkin' about that pretty little girl
That broke this heart of mine
She is just like a bud of rose
That blooms in the month of June
Or like some musical instrument
That's just been lately tuned
Perhaps it's a trip to foreign land
A trip to France or Spain
But if I should go ten thousand miles
I'm a comin' back again
And it's who's a gonna shoe your poor little feet
Who's a gonna glove your little hands
Who's a gonna kiss your sweet little lips
Honey
Who's a gonna be your man
I love you till the sea runs dry
And the rocks all melt in the sun
I love you till the day I die
Though you will never be my own
A rovin' on a winter's night
And a drinkin' good old wine
Thinkin' about that pretty little girl
That broke this heart of mine