Cooley's Reel The Dawn The Mullingar Races-The Dubliners

The Night Visiting Song - The Dubliners I must away now, I can no longer tarry This morning's tempest, I have to cross I must be guided without a stumble Into the arms, I love the most And when he came to his true love's dwelling He knelt down gently upon a stone And through her window, he whispered lowly Is my true lover within, at home? Wake up, wake up, love, it is thine own true lover Wake up, wake up, love, and let me in For I am tired, love, and oh, so weary And more than near, drenched to the skin She raised her up on her down soft pillow She raised her up and she let him in And they were locked in each other's arms Until, that long night was past and gone And when that long night was past and over And when the small clouds began to grow He's taken her hand and they kissed and parted And he saddled and mounted, and away he did go I must away now, I can no longer tarry This morning's tempest, I have to cross I must be guided without a stumble Into the arms I love the most