Winter's Night

Winter's Night - Doc Watson

A rovin' on a winter's night

And a drinkin' good old wine

Thinkin' about that pretty little girl

That broke this heart of mine

She is just like a bud of rose

That blooms in the month of June

Or like some musical instrument

That's just been lately tuned

Perhaps it's a trip to foreign land

A trip to France or Spain

But if I should go ten thousand miles

I'm a comin' back again

And it's who's a gonna shoe your poor little feet

Who's a gonna glove your little hands

Who's a gonna kiss your sweet little lips

Honey

Who's a gonna be your man

I love you till the sea runs dry

And the rocks all melt in the sun

I love you till the day I die

Though you will never be my own

A rovin' on a winter's night

And a drinkin' good old wine

Thinkin' about that pretty little girl

That broke this heart of mine