As I Roved Out کے بول

As I roved out On a cold winter's night Drinking all the sweet wine I spied that girl Sweet little girl Who broke this heart of mine Her cheeks are like Some red roses That bloom in the month of June Her voice is like Some melody That's always on some tune Wish to the Lord I'd never been born Or died when I was young Never would have kissed Your red, ruby lips Or heard your lying tongue The green, green grass Trampled under foot Will rise and bloom again Oh, love Is a killing thing Did you ever feel such pain?