Winter’s Night

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While rovin’ on one winter’s night
And a-drinkin’ good old wine
Thinkin’ about that dear little girl
That broke this heart of mine

For she is like some budded rose
That blooms in the month of June
She’s like some music instrument
That’s just been enably tuned

Perhaps a trip to a foreign land
A trip to France or Spain
But if I go ten thousand miles
I’m a-comin’ back again

And who’s a-gonna shoe your poor little foot
Who will glove your hands
Who will kiss your red ruby lips
And who will be your man

Papas gonna shoe my poor little foot
And mama will glove my hand
You can kiss my red ruby lips
And you can be my 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

While rovin’ on one winter’s night
And drinkin’ good old wine
Thinkin’ about that dear little girl
That broke this heart of mine