Pretty Saro - Judy Collins
Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place
Where the wild birds all whistle
And their notes do increase
Farewell Pretty Saro I must bid you adieu
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go
My love she won't have me and I understand
She wants a rich merchant and I have no land
I cannot maintain her I've no silver and gold
Can't give her the nice things
That a big house will hold
But if I were a merchant
And I could write a fine hand
Then I'd write my love a letter
That she'd understand
I'd write it by the river
Where the waters overflow
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro
Wherever I go
