Luke Abbott - Zollie's Retreat / A-Rovin' on a Writer's Night lyrics

A-rovin' on last winter's night Drinkin' good old wine Thinkin' about that pretty little girl She broke this heart of mine She is just like a bud of rose Bloomin' in the month of June Or like some musical instrument That's just been laid in tune Perhaps it's a trip to a foreign land A trip to France or Spain But if I go ten thousand miles I'm comin' back again And who's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet Who will glove your hand Who's gonna kiss your ruby red lips And who's gonna be your man I'll love you 'til the sea runs dry And the rocks all melt with the sun I'll love you 'til the day I die Though you'll never be my own