Doc Watson A-rovin` On A Winter`s Night Lyrics

A-rovin` On A Winter`s Night Lyrics

A-rovin' on a winter's night

And a-drinkin' good old wine,

Thinkin' about that pretty little girl,

That broke this heart of mine. 

She is just like a bud of rose,

That blooms in the month of June.

Or like some musical instrument,

That's just been lately tuned. 



Perhaps it's a trip to some foreign land, 

A trip to France or Spain, 

But if I should go ten thousand miles, 

I'm a-comin' home again. 



And it's who's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet, 

Who's a-gonna glove your little hands? 

Who's a-gonna kiss your sweet little lips, 

Honey, who's a-gonna be your man? 



I love you till the sea runs dry, 

And the rocks all melt in the sun. 

I love you till the day I die, 

Though you will never be my own. 



A-rovin' on a winter's night

And a-drinkin' good old wine, 

Thinkin' about that pretty little girl, 

That broke this heart of mine.