Doc Watson - Winter's Night lyrics

A-rovin' on a winter's night And a-drinkin' good old wine Thinkin' about that pretty little girl That broke this heart of mine She is just like a bud of rose That blooms in the month of June Or like some musical instrument That's just been lately tuned Perhaps it's a trip to some foreign land A trip to France or Spain But if I should go ten thousand miles I'm a-comin' home again And it's who's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet Who's a-gonna glove your little hands? Who's a-gonna kiss your sweet little lips Honey, who's a-gonna be your man? I love you till the sea runs dry And the rocks all melt in the sun I love you till the day I die Though you will never be my own A-rovin' on a winter's night And a-drinkin' good old wine Thinkin' about that pretty little girl That broke this heart of mine