Pretty Saro

Pretty Saro - Judy Collins

Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place

Where the wild birds all whistle

And their notes do increase

Farewell Pretty Saro I must bid you adieu

And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go

My love she won't have me and I understand

She wants a rich merchant and I have no land

I cannot maintain her I've no silver and gold

Can't give her the nice things

That a big house will hold

But if I were a merchant

And I could write a fine hand

Then I'd write my love a letter

That she'd understand

I'd write it by the river

Where the waters overflow

And I'll dream of Pretty Saro

Wherever I go