Widow at the Wake

A widow at the wake A line, she drew a line, she drew a line In the winding sorrow A priest no more the rake Calling on a sign, on a sign That ne'er was showing () Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave Collar to the cold, to the old Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave (2) A widow felt the ache That her man would come again Come back again For the sake of her life A priest no more the rake Brought the widow in, the widow in From her sorrow Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave Collar to the cold, to the old Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave () Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave Collar to the cold, to the old Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave Source: click here