โหลดเพลง mp3 House Carpenter - Dave Van Ronk

House Carpenter - Dave Van Ronk
Well met, well met, my own true love

Well met, well met, cried he

I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the sake of thee

I could have married a King's daughter there
So freely she was with me

But I have forsaken a crown of gold
And it's all for the sake of thee

If you could have married
a King's daughter there
I'm sure you are to blame

For I've recently wedded a house carpenter
And I think he's a fine young man

Will you forsake your house carpenter
And come and go along with me

I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of sweet Italy

Well she picked up her dear little babe

Kisses she gave him three

Saying "stay at home my dearest babe
And keep your daddy company."

They had not been sailin' but about two days
I'm sure it was not three

When this fair lady began to weep

And she wept most bitterly.

"Why are you weepin' my dearest dear?

Are you weepin' for my golden store?"

Or are you weeping for your house carpenter
Whose face you'll never see anymore?

"I am not weepin' for my house carpenter
Nor for any store.

But I am weepin' for my own dear babe
Whose face I'll never see anymore."

What hills, what hillls are those, my dear
What hills so fair and high

Those are the hills of heaven, my dear
But not for you or I.

What hills, what hills are those, my love
What hills so dark and low.

Those are the hills of hell my dear
Where you and I must go.

They had not been sailin'
but about three days

I'm sure that it was not four

When the ship sprang
a leak in the bottom of the deck
And she sank for to ride no more.