Way down in the valley In some lonesome place I wish no better pastime Than to be with my love But she says she won't have me So that I understand She wants a freeholder And I have no land
I cannot maintain her With silver nor gold Nor buy her all the fine things That a big house can hold So farewell, pretty Saro I will bid you adieu For I'm going to ramble This whole world all through
And if I were a merchant And could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter So that she may understand I would send it by the river Where the waters do flow And I'd think of pretty Saro Wherever I go
And if I were a white dove And had wings and could fly This night to my love's window I know I would draw nigh In her lily white arms All the night I would lay And I'd watch them little windows Till the dawn of the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
