On Top Of Old Smoky - Burl Ives
On top of old smokey. On top of old smokey all covered with snow I lost my true lover for courting too slow For courting's A pleasure and parting's A grief And A false hearted lover is worse than A thief For A thief will just rob you and take all you save But A false hearted lover will lead you to the grave And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust Not one girl in A hundred A poor boy can trust They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies Than cross lines on A railroad or stars in the skies So come all your 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 You'll all be forsaken and never know why.
Artist: Burl Ives
Title: On Top Of Old Smoky