My words dear you can only stumble in the night
Now the grief of the see let me see without the light
Your eyes were once set my gold frame, honey
Youth eyes dear to could have me turning for the night
To see the youths around, to see you to be my wife
My life seem almost over
While we roll deep down in the clover of July
Knowing she strock down chill sight
So now on the night tide
I lay down by your side
Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my pride
In her tune by your sound and sea
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