Foggy, Foggy Dew - Burl Ives
When I was a bachelor I lived all alone I worked at the weaver's trade And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong Was to woo a fair young maid I wooed her in the winter time Part of the summer too And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew One night she knelt close by my side When I was fast asleep She threw her arms around my neck And then began to weep She wept, she cried, she tore her hair Ah, me, what could I do? So all night long, I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son We work at the weaver's trade And every single time that I look into his eyes He reminds me of that fair young maid He reminds me of the wintertime Part of the summer too And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
Artist: Burl Ives
Title: Foggy, Foggy Dew