Songtexte On Top of Old Smoky - Pete Seeger , The Weavers

On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow
I lost my true lover for courtin' so slow
For courtin's a pleasure but parting is grief
And 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
And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred a poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies
Than cross ties on a railroad or stars in the sky

So come all you young maidens and listen to me
Never place your affection on a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither, the roots they will die
You'll all be forsaken and never know why