Carry Me Back to Her Arms

A-roving we went, my true love and I

Amongst the corn and the maize

When deawth leaned in with his sickle and clock

And swept my true love away

I have followed the nightjar home to her bed

I have followed the sound of her heart

Over field and valley I've counted them fly

And the seventh is always apart

So a-roving I'll go through my fields once more

With my ear to the maize and the corn

And wait for the day that death comes for me

To carry me back to her arms

To her arms

To her arms

To her arms

To carry me back to her arms

And wait for the day that death comes for me

To carry me back to her arms

To carry me back to her arms