Pretty Saro
by Bert Jansch
From the album: A Rare Conundrum
Track 3 of 14 on A Rare Conundrum (1977).
Duration: 3:50
Lyrics for Pretty Saro
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 Saro 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 Saro 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 Till the dawn of the day