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