old music sheet smokey 1951 dated song"On Top of Old Smoky" (often spelled "Smokey") is a traditional folk song of the United States.

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“On Top of Old Smokey” or “On Top of Old Smoky” is a traditional nursery rhyme and folksong. On top of old smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover By courting so slow For courting's a pleasure And parting is grief And a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief On top of old smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover By courting so slow Poznaj historię zmian tego tekstu Lyrics to 'On Top Of Old Smokey' by Burl Ives. Directed by George Archainbaud. on top of old smokey. For courting's a pleasure, But parting is grief, And a false-hearted lover, “On Top of Old Smokey” or “On Top of Old Smoky” is a traditional nursery rhyme and folksong. on top of old smokey all covered with snow i lost my true lover for courting too slow for courting's a pleasure and parting's a grief Lyrics to 'On Top Of Old Smoky' by Hank Williams. There aren’t many evidences about the origin of this song and its author is unknown. Autry and the Cass County Boys, mistaken for Texas Rangers, help out. Lyrics to On Top of Old Smokey by Eddy Arnold from the There's Been a Change in Me (1951-1955) album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more! There aren’t many evidences about the origin of this song and its author is unknown. On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover, For courting too slow. With Gene Autry, Champion, Gail Davis, Grandon Rhodes. As recorded by The Weavers, the song reached the pop music charts in … They want her land because it holds valuable minerals. On top of old Smokie, all covered in snow, I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow On top of old Smokie, I went there to weep For a false hearted lover, is worse than a thief