Iris DeMent - Pretty Saro Lyrics
When I first come to this country in Eighteen and Forty-nineI saw many fair lovers but I never saw mineI viewed it all around me, saw I was quite aloneand me a poor stranger and a long way from homeWell, my true love she won't have me and it's this I understandFor she wants some free holder and I have no landI couldn't maintain her on silver and goldbut all of the other fine things that my love's house could holdFair the well to ol' mother, fair the well to my father tooI'm going for to ramble this wide world all throughAnd when I get weary, I'll sit down and cryand think of my Saro, pretty Saro, my brideWell, I wished I was a turtle doveHad wings and could flyFar away to my lover's lodgingsTonight I'd drawn the lineAnd there in her lilywhite arms I'd lay there all nightand watch through them little wind'ersfor the dawning of day