On top of old Smokey, all covered in snow, I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow. On top of old Smokey, I went there to weep, For a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief. A thief, he will rob you and take what you save, But a false-hearted lover will put you in your grave. On top of old Smokey, all covered in snow, I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow. They'll hug you and kiss you, then tell you more lies, Than the crossties on the railroad or the stars in the skies. On top of old Smokey, all covered in snow, I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow. She swore like the rivers that never run dry, But love turns to dust while the years wander by. On top of old Smokey, all covered in snow, I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow. I carved out her name in the bark of a tree, But time took the letters like she did from me. On top of old Smokey, all covered in snow, I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow. So pass me the whiskey, Don’t ask me her name, Some hearts ain’t for keeping, Just fuel for the flame— On top of old Smokey, all covered in snow I lost my true lover, by courtin’ too slow No prayers for the faithless, No songs left to save, Just a voice in the timber And a man to his grave— On top of old Smokey, all covered in snow I lost my true lover, by courtin’ too slow
