Pretty Saro Songtext
von Bert Jansch

Way down in the valley in some lonesome place
I wish no better pastime than to be with my love
But she says she won′t have me so that I understand
She wants a freeholder and I have no land


I cannot maintain her with silver nor gold
Nor buy her all the fine things that a big house can hold
So farewell pretty Sarah, I will bid you adieu
For I'm going to ramble this whole world all through

And if I were a merchant and could write a fine hand
I′d write my love a letter so that she may understand
I would send it by the river where the waters do flow
And I'd think of pretty Sarah wherever I go

And if I were a white dove and had wings and could fly
This night to my love's window, I know I would draw nigh
In her lily-white arms all the night I would lay
And I′d watch them little windows ′til the dawn of the day