Foggy Foggy Dew - Roger Whittaker
When I was a bachelor I lived all alone And I worked to do weaver's trade And the only, only thing that I ever did it wrong Was to woo a fair young maid I wooed her in the winter time and in the summer too And the only, only thing I did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew One night she came to my bed side When I lay fast to sleep She laid her head upon my bed And she began to weep She sight, she cried, she den dear digit She said: What shell I do So I hold her into bed and I covered up her head Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew Now I am a bachelor I live with my son And We work at the weaver's trade And every single time that I look into his eyes He reminds me of the fair young maid He reminds me of the winter time and 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 The many, many times that I held her in my arms Just To keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
Artist: Roger Whittaker
Title: Foggy Foggy Dew