I know where I'm going And I know who's going with me I know who I love And I know who I will marry I need no robes of silk Nor shoes of fine green leather As long as she is with me When we stroll across the heather Feather beds are soft And painted rooms are bonny But I know she'll leave them all For her loving Winsom Johnny All her wit and grace Like a starry cluster shine Giving light and beauty To this simple soul of mine I know where I'm going And I know who's going with me And I know who I love But the Dear knows who I'll marry