I must away love, no longer tarry,
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This roaring tempest I have to cross
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I must be guided without a stumble
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Into the arms I love the best.
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And when he came up to his true-love's dwelling
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He's knelt down gently upon the stone
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And through the window he's whispered soft
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Is my true-lover within at home?
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She's raised her up from off her pillow
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She's raised her up from off her bed
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And through the window she's whispered soft
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Who's that disturbeth my own night's rest?
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Wake up, wake up, love, it's your own true-love
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Wake up, wake up, love, and let me in.
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Oh how the wind blows and how it rains,
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Oh I am wet, love, unto the skin.
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She's raised her up from off her pillow
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She's raised her up and let him in.
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They were locked in each other's arms
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Until the long night was past and o'er.
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And when the long night was passed and o'er
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Oh when the dawn clouds the did divide.
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He's leaned down gently and kissed her soft.
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He's saddled up and away did ride.
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He mounted up on his horse and away did ride.
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Night Visiting Song
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| Kate Rusby |
