Winter's Night

As I rode out last winter's night,
A-drinkin' of sweet wine,
Conversin' with that pretty little girl
That stole this heart of mine.

CHORUS:
So fare you well, my own true love,
So fare you well for a while.
I'm goin' away, but I'm comin' back,
If I go ten thousand miles.

She is like some pink or rose
That blooms in the month of June,
Or like some musical instrument
Just lately put in tune.
CHORUS

'O who will shoe your feet, my love,
And who will glove your hands,
And who will kiss your red, rosy cheeks,
While I'm gone to the foreign land?'

'My father will shoe my feet, my love,
My mother will glove my hand,
And you may kiss my red, rosy cheeks
When you come from the foreign land.'
CHORUS

'O don't you see that lonesome dove
A-flyin' from vine to vine,
A-mournin' for the loss of a mate,
And why not me for mine?

' Ten thousand miles away, my love,
You know that never can be,
For the parting of our old true love
Would be the death of me.'

'If I prove false to you, my love,
The rocks shall melt in the sun,
The fire shall freeze till evermore be,
And the raging seas shall burn.'
CHORUS

Source: The Folk Songs of North America, Alan Lomax, 1960
taken from Page 14 of The Folk Songs of Alabama, Byron Arnold, 1950

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