A-Roving Songtext
von Harry Belafonte

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