Doc Watson - Pretty Saro lyrics

When I first came to this country in 1849 I saw many fair lovers but I did not see mine I viewed the world 'round me saw I was quite alone And me a poor stranger and a long way from home Oh my true love she don't want me and it's this I understand She wants a freeholder and I have no land But I could maintain her on silver and gold And all of the other things that my love's house could hold Oh I wish I was a little dove, had wings and could fly Straight to my love's bosom this night I'd draw nigh And in her little small arms all night I would lay And think of pretty Saro till the dawning of day It's fair thee well to old mother and fare thee well to father too I'm going for to ramble this wide world all through And when I get weary I'll sit down and cry And think of my Saro pretty Saro my bride