Jessica Curry Carry Me Back To Her Arms
A-roving we went, my true love and I
Amongst the corn and the maize
When death 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, boys, to her arms boys
To carry me back to her arms
And a-roving I'll go until death comes for me
To carry me back to her arms
