[ Featuring Feargal Murray ]
I have journeyed the miles,
Just to get here to you,
And if you should spurn me -
Then what would I do?
For I don't seek your comfort,
Or your gentle caress,
But to still the raging torrent,
That lies in my breast.
Who knows of tomorrow -
If the tempest will rise,
And the seven seas of sorrow,
Fall down from the skies?
If the avenging archangel,
Descend from his throne?
So, lay down beside me
Till morning, sweet morning, will come.
Oh, I don't want to marry,
I don't want your hand,
And I don't want fine horses,
Or your valleys so grand,
And I don't need your promise,
I seek nothing by right -
Just lay down beside me
And love me tonight.
Who knows of tomorrow -
If the tempest will rise,
And the seven seas of sorrow,
Fall down from the skies?
If the avenging archangel,
Descend from his throne?
So, lay down beside me
Till morning, sweet morning, will come.
