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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 some foreign land,
A trip to France or Spain,
But if I should go ten thousand miles,
I'm a-comin' home 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.
- Album:
- Docs Prescription
- The Definitive Doc Watson
- Americana Master Series: Best Of Doc Watson
- Miscellaneous
- Memories
- Doc Watson Live In San Francisco 1964
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: (2002)
- Old Timey Concert
- Celtic Drinking Songs
- Third Generation Blues
- The Vanguard Years
- Live From San Francisco (S.F. State College, 1965)
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass - Memphis Slim & Doc Watson...
- Corn Likker Blues
- The Rambling Hobo & Other Favorites
- Doc Watson At Gerdes Folk City
- Doc Watson on Stage
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass: Memphis Slim & Doc Watson
- Blues Unplugged
- Men of Classic Country, Vol. 1