Album Name : Harry Belafonte: Greatest Hits
Release Date : 2000-07-25
Song Duration : 3:21
Harry Belafonte A Roving
A roving, a roving since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid
In Amsterdam there lives a maid
Mark well what I do say
In Amsterdam there lives a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid
A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid
Her eyes are like two stars so bright
Mark well what I do say
Her eyes are like two stars so bright
Her face is soft her step is light
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid
A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid
Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red,
Mark well what I do say
Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red
There's a wealth of hair upon her head
I go no more a roving from you fair maid
A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid
Lyrics for the version sung by The Seekers:
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid;
Bless you, young women!
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid;
Mind what I did say.
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid,
And she was mistress of her trade;
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
I took this fair maid for a walk;
Bless you, young women!
And we had such a loving talk;
Mind what I did say.
I took this fair maid for a walk,
And we had such a loving talk;
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
Her eyes are like two stars so bright;
Bless you, young women!
Her face is fair, her step is light;
Mind what I did say.
Her eyes are like two stars so bright;
Her face is fair, her step is light;
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
I put my arm around her waist;
Bless you, young women!
She said, "Young man, you're in great haste."
Mind what I did say.
I put my arm around her waist;
She said, "Young man, you're in great haste."
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.