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