The Stillwater Hobos - The night visiting song

I ^Gmust a^Cway, ^Glove, I can no longer ^Dtar^Gry This morning’^Cs t^Gempest I have t^Do cross I must be ^Gguided without a ^Cstum^Gble Into the ^Car^Gms I ^Dlove the ^Gmost.

And when he ^Cca^Gme to his true love’^Ds dwe^Glling He knelt down ^Cgen^Gtly upon a ^Dstone And through her ^Gwindow he whispered ^Clow^Gly Is my true ^Clo^Gver with^Din at ^Ghome?

Wake ^Gup wake ^Cup ^Glove it is thine own true ^Dlo^Gver Wake up wake ^Cup ^Glove and let me ^Din For I am ^Gtired love and oh so ^Cwear^Gy And m^Gore than ^Cnear drenched ^Dto the ^Gskin.

She's raised her ^Cof^Gf her down soft ^Dpill^Gow She's raised her ^Cof^Gf and she's let him ^Din And they were ^Glocked in each other's ^Car^Gms Until that l^Cong ^Gnight was ^Dpast and ^Ggone.

And ^Gwhen that ^Clong ^Gnight was passed and ^Dove^Gr, And when the ^Csmall ^Gclouds began to ^Dgrow He's taken her ^Ghand and they’ve kissed an^Cd p^Garted And he saddled and ^Cmoun^Gted and ^Daway did ^Ggo.

I ^Gmust a^Cway ^Glove I can no longer ^Dtar^Gry This morning’^Cs t^Gempest I have t^Do cross I must be ^Gguided without a ^Cstum^Gble Into the ^Car^Gms I ^Dlove the ^Gmost.