Connie Dover - How Can I Live At The Top Of The Mountain lyrics

rate me

How can I live at the top of the mountain

With no money in my pocket and no gold for to count it?

But I would let the money go all for to please her fancy

And I would marry no one but my bonnie blue-eyed lassie

She's my bonnie blue-eyed lassie with an air so sweet and

Tender

Her walk, like a swan that floats, and her waist so small

And slender

Her golden hair in ringlets fell all on her snow-white

Shoulders

And I'd ask her for to marry me, and there's no one could

Be bolder

Some people say that she is very low in station

And other people say she'll be the cause of my ruination,

But let them all say what they will, to me she will prove

Constant still

Till the day that I die she will be my own lovely lady

Lightly swims the swan o'er the clear and flowing water

And blithely sings the nightingale, so happy to behold

Her

The winds do blow, the moorcocks crow, the moon, it

Shines so deeply

But deeper by far is my love for my own lady