On Top of Old Smokey

On Top of Old Smokey - Baby Genius

On top of Old Smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true sweetheart

For I courting too slow

For me in the pleasure

And parting is grief

And a false-hearted lover

Is worse than a thief

They will tell you they love you

Just to give your heart ease

And as soon as your back's turned

They court whom they please

They'll hug you and kiss you

And tell you more lies

Than crossties in railroad

Or stars in the sky

I'll go up on Smokey

On the mountain so high

Where the wild birds

And the turtle doves

Can hear my sad cry

On top of Old Smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true sweetheart

For courting too slow