A-Roving - Harry Belafonte (哈里·贝拉方特)

Written by：Shaw Parker

A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

In Amsterdam there lives a maid

Mark well what I do say

In Amsterdam there lives a maid

And she was mistress of her trade

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

Her eyes are like two stars so bright

Mark well what I do say

Her eyes are like two stars so bright

Her face is soft her step is light

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red

Mark well what I do say

Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red

There's a wealth of hair upon her head

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

A roving roving roving roving roving's been my ruin

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin

I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid