As I Roved Out

As I roved out

On a cold winter's night

Drinking all the sweet wine

I spied that girl

Sweet little girl

Who broke this heart of mine

Her cheeks are like

Some red roses

That bloom in the month of June

Her voice is like

Some melody

That's always on some tune

Wish to the Lord

I'd never been born

Or died when I was young

Never would have kissed

Your red, ruby lips

Or heard your lying tongue

The green, green grass

Trampled under foot

Will rise and bloom again

Oh, love

Is a killing thing

Did you ever feel such pain?