Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For courting too slow
For courting's a pleasure
But parting is grief
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
A thief will just rob you
And take what you have
But a false-hearted lover
Will lead you to your grave
The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than crossties on a railroad
Or stars in the sky
So come ye young maidens
And listen to me
Never place your affection
In a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither
The roots they will die
And you'll be forsaken
And never know why