I rode to church on Sunday My true love passed me by I knew her mind was achanging By the roving of her eye By the roving of her eye By the roving of her eye I knew her mind was achanging By the roving of her eye
My love's fair and proper Her waist is neat and small And she is quite good-looking And that's the best of all And that's the best of all And that's the best of all And she is quite good-looking And that's the best of all
Oh, Hannah, loving Hannah Come give to me your hand You swore if ever you married That I would be the one That I would be the one That I would be the one You swore if ever you married That I would be the one
I'll go down by the river When everyone's asleep I'll think of loving Hannah And then sit down and weep And then sit down and weep And then sit down and weep I'll think of loving Hannah And then sit down and weep
I went to church on Sunday My true love she passed me by I knew her mind was achanging By the roving of her eye By the roving of her eye By the roving of her eye I knew her mind was achanging By the roving of her eyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
