The Night Visiting Song - The Dubliners

I must away now, I can no longer tarry

This morning’s tempest, I have to cross

I must be guided, without a stumble

Into the arms I love the most

And when he came to his true love’s dwelling

He knelt down gently upon a stone

And through her window, he’s whispered lowly

Is my true lover within at home

Wake up, wake up, love, it is thine own true lover

Wake up, wake up, love, and let me in

For I am tired, love, and oh so weary

And more than near drenched to the skin

She’s raised her up, her down soft pillow

She’s raised her up, and she’s let him in

And they were locked in, each other’s arms

Until that long night was past and gone

And when that long night was past and over

And when the small clouds began to grow

He’s taken her hand and they kissed and parted

Then he saddled and mounted, and away did go

I must away now, I can no longer tarry

This morning’s tempest, I have to cross

I must be guided without a stumble

Into the arms I love the most