Foggy, Foggy Dew

Foggy, Foggy Dew (布里顿：雾，有雾的露水) - Burl Ives

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 the fair young maid

He reminds me of the winter time

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