Sleep, my love, all
through the night
Do not rise with dawn’s
harsh light.
When they get wind
that you’re awake
You’re broken soul
they’ll come to take.
Just listen to the
war drum’s song
If you can’t tell
that something’s wrong.
I know the sun is in
your eyes
But my sweet man, you
cannot rise.
Because I’m not ready
to let you go
To endure such pain,
no one will know.
And once you’re gone
I cannot stay
To protect your body
where it lay.
So listen close, do
not be brave.
Just rest within my cold
black cave.
And when they come I’ll
fight for you.
If you must go then I’ll
come too.
In death, then, if
not in life
I will remain your faithful
wife.
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