Poor little turtle dove Sitting up in pine Mourning for your own true love Why not me for mine?
I got hogs in the pen And corn to feed them on And all I want is someone Who will feed them when I’m dead and gone Feed them when I’m dead And gone
‘Cos I know I’m not going to marry in the fall And I’m not going to marry in the spring I will never marry, marry at all No one will wear my silver ring Wear my silver no one will (x2)
Poor little turtle dove Sitting up in pine Mourning for your own true love Why not me for mine?
So I went up to this mountain To give my horn a blow And all the boys in the valley said 'Yonder comes my beau' 'Yonder comes my beau'
‘Cos I know I’m not going to marry in the fall And I’m not going to marry in the spring I will never marry, marry at all No one will wear my silver ring Wear my silver no one will
But who will feed them when I’m Dead and gone? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
