Now when I was a bachelor I lived all alone I worked the weaver's trade The only, only thing I ever did that was wrong Was to woo a fair young maid I wooed her in the wintertime And part of the summer too The only, only thing I ever did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
It was late one night she came to my bedside When I was fast asleep She flung her pretty arms all around my neck And then began to weep She wept, she cried, she tore her hair Ah me what could I do So all night long I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
Well still I am a bachelor and I live with my son And we work the weaver's trade And it seems that every time I look into his eyes I'm reminded of that fair young maid I'm reminded of the wintertime And part of the summer too Of the many, many times I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
