I wish to the Lord I'd never been born
Or died when I was young
Before I'd seen your two brown eyes
Or heard your lying tongue, love
Or heard your lying tongue
I truly understand you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine
I truly understand you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine
I'll never listen to what another woman says
Whether her hair be either black or brown
I'd rather be on the top of some hill
The rain a-pouring down, down
The rain a-pouring down
I truly understand you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine
I truly understand you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine
Now who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot?
And who's gonna glove your hand?
Who's gonna be your own true love
When I'm in a foreign land, love
When I'm in a foreign land?
Now mama's gonna shoe your pretty little foot
And papa's gonna glove your hand
And I'll still be your own true love
When I'm in a foreign land, love
When I'm in a foreign land
I truly understand you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine
I truly understand you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine
I'll never listen to what another woman says
Whether her hair be either black or brown
I'd rather be on the top of some hill
The rain a-pouring down, down
The rain a-pouring down