Ole Smokey - The Brothers Four

Ole Smokey - The Brothers Four
Written by：Homer Sunitch
On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a courting to slow
For courting's a pleasure
And parting is grief
But a false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
A thief will just rob you
And take what you have
But a false hearted lover
Will lead you to the grave
To the grave
Will decay you
And turn you to dust
Not one girl in a hundred
A poor boy can trust
Come on you true lovers
And listen to me
Never cover your affection
On a green willow tree
The leaves they will wither
The roots they will die
Will be forsaken
And never know why
Never know why
On the smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For courting too slow
For courting too slow