Harry Belafonte — A-Roving lyrics

Lyrics

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