paroles de chanson On Top Of Old Smoky - Eddy Arnold

On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a-courtin' too slow

Oh, courtin's a pleasure
But parting is grief
And the false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief

A thief will just rob you
Take all that you have
But false hearted lovers
Take you to your grave

The grave will decay you
Turn you into dust
And there just isn't one girl
A poor boy can trust

So, come all you lovers
And listen to me
Don't place your affection
On a green willow tree

The leaves will all wither
The roots will all die
Then you'll be forgotten
But you'll never know why

On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a-courtin' too slow