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A-ROVING ON A WINTER'S NIGHT (Doc Watson) A-roving on a winter's night And a-drinking good old wine Thinking 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 Well, perhaps it's a trip to some foreign land A trip to France or Spain But if I should go ten thousand miles I'm coming home again And it's who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot And who's gonna glove your little hand And who's gonna kiss your red ruby lips Who's gonna be your man I love you till the sea runs dry And the rocks all melt with the sun I love you till the day I die Though you'll never be my own A-roving on a winter's night And a-drinking good old wine Thinking about that pretty little girl That broke this heart of mine note: A pretty good translation of My Luve Is Like A Red Red Rose into U.S. country terms. RG @parting @fidelity filename[ REDREDR2 JN |
A-Roving on a Winter's Night [Doc Watson/Traditional] (from The Songs of Doc Watson) |
