On Top of Old Smokey-The Weavers

On Top of Old Smokey - 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