My gun and my powder
My old woolen trousers
Some bread for the road
A call of the bugle
Another refusal
To wait for the snow
She knows that I'll grow
Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane
She knows that I'll hold
Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away
Jesus, come briefly
Dismiss me or keep me
Just let me go home
She'll be burning a candle
Bundled under the mantle
When the evenings get cold
She knows that I'll grow
Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane
She knows that I'll hold
Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away
She knows that I'll grow
Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane
She knows that I'll hold
Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away
If I die
will you hold on
will you hold on to me?
If I die
will you hold on
will you hold on to me?
If I die
will you hold on
will you hold on to me?
If I die
will you hold on
will you hold on to me?
If I die
will you hold on
will you hold on to me?
She knows that I'll grow
Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane
She knows that I'll hold
Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away
She knows that I'll grow
Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane
She knows that I'll hold
Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away
She knows I'll grow

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