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 disturb'th my own night's rest,
Who's that disturb'th 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 pa**ed and o'er,
Until the long night was pa**ed and o'er.
And when the long night was pa**ed and over,
And when the dawn clouds they did divide,
He's leaned down gently and kissed her softly,
He's saddled up and away did ride,
He's saddled up and away did ride.