Clancy Brothers
The Month of January
It was in the month of January, the hills were clad in snowAs over hills and valleys, my true love he did goIt was there he spied a pretty fair maid, with a salt tear in her eyeShe had a baby in her arms, and bitter she did cry"Oh, cruel was my father to bar the door on meAnd cruel was my mother, this dreadful crime to seeCruel was my own true love to change his mind for goldCruel was that winter's night that pierced my heart with cold"Oh, the taller that the palm tree grows, the sweeter is the barkAnd the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heartHe will kiss you and embrace you, 'till he thinks he has you wonThen he'll go away and leave you all for some other oneSo come all you pretty fair maids, a warning take by meAnd never try to build your nest on top of any treeFor the roots, they will all wither, and the branches all decayAnd the beauties of a false young man, must all soon fade away
From Letras Mania