Lyrics A Roving - 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
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
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’ll go no more a roving from you, fair maid
A roving, roving, roving, roving, roving’s been my ruin
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