| 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 fall
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| Into the arms I love the best
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| When he came to his true love’s dwelling
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| He’s knelt down gently upon a stone
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| 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 disturbing my own night’s rest?»
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| «Wake up, wake up, love, it’s your own true lover
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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
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| They were locked in each other’s arms
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| Until the long night was passed and gone
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| When the long night was passed and gone
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| When the dark clouds, they did divide
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| He’s leaned down gently and kissed her soft
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| He saddled up and away did ride
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| He’s mounted up on his horse and away did ride
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| He’s mounted up on his horse and away did ride |