歌词
I must away, love, no longer tarry
This roaring tempest I have to cross
I must be guided without a stumble
Unto the arms I love the best
Unto the arms I love the best
And when he came up to his true love's dwelling
He's knelt down gently upon the stone
And through the window he's whispered softly
"Is my true lover within at home?
Is my true lover within at home?"
She's raised her up from off her pillow
She's raised her up from off her bed
And through the window she's whispered softly
"Who's that disturbeth my own night's rest?
Who's that disturbeth my own night's rest?"
"Wake up, wake up now, it's your own true lover
Wake up, wake up now and let me in
Oh, how the wind blows and how it thunders
And I am wet love unto the skin
Oh, I am wet love unto the skin"
She's raised her up from off her pillow
She's raised her up and through the door
And they were locked in each other's arms
Until the long night was passed and o'er
Until the long night was passed and o'er
And when the long night was passed and over
And when the dawn clouds they did divide
He's leaned down gently and kissed her softly
He's saddled up and ridden wide
He's saddled up and ridden wide