Foggy, Foggy Dew

Foggy, Foggy Dew - Burl Ives (伯尔·艾夫斯)/The North Carolina Ramblers

When I was a bachelor I lived all alone

I worked at the weaver's trade

And the only only thing that I did that was wrong

Was to woo a fair young maid

I wooed her in the winter time

Part of the summer too

And the only only thing that I did that was wrong

Was to keep her from the foggy foggy dew

One night she knelt close by my side

When I was fast asleep

She threw her arms around my neck

And then began to weep

She wept she cried she tore her hair

Ah me what could I do

So all night long I held her in my arms

Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew

Again I am a bachelor I live with my son

We work at the weaver's trade

And every single time that I look into his eyes

He reminds me of that fair young maid

He reminds me of the wintertime

Part of the summer too

And of the many many times that I held her in my arms

Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew