Lyrics

Wild Country

You know it is St Lucy’s day
The darkest of the year
Your candle it is guttering
And dawn is drawing near
Yes dawn is drawing near

I’m underneath your window
Where trees tear at the sky
A shrouded moon looks down on me
While the clouds go tumbling by
And the clouds go tumbling by

So come away my pretty little girl
Come away with me
So come away my pretty little girl
Away to the wild country
Yes away to the wild country

We were childhood sweethearts
Though your station is not mine
You live in a golden palace
I live in a shack of pine
In a shot-gun shack of pine

I’ll build you a log cabin
There’s water from the spring
And I’ll plant you out a garden
And we won’t need to buy a thing
No we won’t need to buy a thing

Chorus

Oh step up to the window
Step down to the door
I’m waiting in the garden
We’ll be apart no more
Oh, we’ll be apart no more

Your father will disown you
My mother she will weep
But angels will watch over us
As we lay down to sleep
As in each others arms we sleep

Chorus

© Willi Kerr 2010