On Top of Old Smokey

On Top of Old Smokey - Connie Francis (康妮 法藍西斯)

On top of old Smokey all covered with snow

I lost my true lover by courting too slow

Oh courting's a pleasure but parting is grief

And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief

But a thief he will just rob you

And take what you say

But a false hearted lover

Will send you to your grave

Hey'll hug you and kiss you

And tell you more lies

Than the crossties on the railroad

Or the stars in the skies

Your grave will decay you and turn you to dust

Not one boy in ten thousand

A poor girl can trust

On top of old Smokey all covered with snow

I lost my true lover by courting too slow