NIGHT VISITING SONG



The time has come, I can no longer tarry

This morning's tempest i must shortly brave

To cross the moors and high towering mountains

Until I'm in the arms of the one I love



And when he came to his true love's dwelling

He knelt down gently upon a stane

And whispered softly into the window

"Does my own true love lie there alane?"



She lifted her head from off her down-white pillow

She's lifted the blankets from off her breast

And raised herself up onto an elbow

"Who's that disturbing me from my night's rest?"



"It's I, it's I, it's I, your own true lover

Oh open the door, love and let me in

For I am wet love, and also wearied

For I am wet love, into the skin"



She raised herself up with the greatest of pleasure

She's raised her up and she's let him in

And all night long they rolled in each other's arms

Until the long night was past and gone



And when the long night was past and over

And when the small cocks began to crow

He shook her hand, aye, they've kissed and parted

He's saddles and mounted and away did go



@Scots @courtship @nightvisiting

recorded by Norman Kennedy

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see also Are you sleeping Maggie

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