Harry Belafonte A Roving Lyrics

A Roving Lyrics

A roving, a roving since roving's been my ruin  

  I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid 

  

  In Amsterdam there lives a maid 

  mark well what I do say 

  In Amsterdam there lives a maid 

  and she was mistress of her trade 

  I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid 

  A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin 

  I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid 

  

  Her eyes are like two stars so bright 

  mark well what I do say 

  Her eyes are like two stars so bright 

  her face is soft her step is light 

  I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid 

  A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin 

  I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid 

  

  Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red, 

  mark well what I do say 

  Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red 

  there's a wealth of hair upon her head 

  I go no more a roving from you fair maid 

  A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin 

  I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid