On Top of Old Smokey - The Weavers

On Top of Old Smokey - The Weavers
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For courtin' so slow
For courting's a pleasure
For courting's a pleasure
But parting is grief
But parting is grief
And the false hearted lover
And the false hearted lover
Worse than a thief
Is worse than a thief
A thief will just rob you
A thief will just rob you
Take what you have
And take what you have
A false hearted lover
But a false hearted lover
Lead you to the grave
Will lead you to the grave
And the grave will decay you
And the grave will decay you
Turn you to dust
And turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred
Not one boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust
A poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you
They'll hug you and kiss you
Tell you more lies
And tell you more lies
Than cross ties on a railroad
Than the cross ties on a railroad
Or stars in the sky
Or stars in the sky
So come all you maidens
Come all you young maidens
And listen to me
And listen to me
Never place your affection
Never place your affection
On a green willow tree
On a green willow tree
The leaves
They will wither
For the leaves
They will wither
Roots they will die
The roots they will die
You'll all be forsaken
You'll all be forsaken
Never know why
And never know why