| | Pretty Saro Lyrics Artist(Band):Iris Dement
When I first come to this country in Eighteen and Forty-nine I saw many fair lovers but I never saw mine I viewed it all around me, saw I was quite alone and me a poor stranger and a long way from home Well, my true love she won't have me and it's this I understand For she wants some free holder and I have no land I couldn't maintain her on silver and gold but all of the other fine things that my love's house could hold Fare thee well to ol' mother, fare thee well to my father too I'm going for to ramble this wide world all through And when I get weary, I'll sit down and cry and think of my Saro, pretty Saro, my bride Well I wished I was a poet that could write some fine hand I would write my lovin' letter that she might understand I'd send it on the water where the islands overflow and think of my darlin' wherever I go Well, I wished I was a turtle dove Had wings and could fly Far away to my lover's lodgings Tonight I'd draw nigh And there in her lilywhite arms I'd lay there all night and watch through them little wind'ers for the dawning of day If you find some error in Pretty Saro Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Kiersten for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Pretty Saro The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Iris Dement" Music | |
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