Ole Smokey (Remastered 2017) - The Brothers Four (四兄弟)

Written by：Homer Sunitch

On top of old smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

For a courting to slow

For courting's a pleasure

And parting is grief

But 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 the grave

To the grave

Will decay you

And turn you to dust

Not one girl in a hundred

A poor boy can trust

Come on you true lovers

And listen to me

Never cover your affection

On a green willow tree

The leaves they will wither

The roots they will die

Will be forsaken

And never know why

Never know why

On the smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

For courting too slow

For courting too slow