On Top Of Old Smokey. All covered with snow. I lost my true lover. For a courting to slow. . Yes courting's a pleasure. And parting is grief. And a false hearted lover.
The wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round. All through the town. . The doors on the bus go open and shut.
On top of old smokey.. On top of old smokey all covered with snow. I lost my true lover for courting too slow. For courting's a pleasure and parting's a grief.
On top of old Smokey all covered with snow. I lost my true lover for courtin' too slow. Oh courtin's a pleasure parting is grief. And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief.
The wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round, round and round.