On Top of Old Smoky - 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