Mitch Miller & The Gang - On Top of Old Smoky lyrics

On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover From a-courtin' too slow, For courtin'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 And the grave will decay you, And turn you to dust. Not one boy in a hundred A poor girl can trust. He'll hug you and kiss you, And tell you more lies Than the cross-ties on a railroad Or stars in the skies. So come, you young maidens, And listen to me-- Never place your affection On a green willow tree For the leaves, they will wither, And the roots, they will die And you'll all be forsaken, And never know why.