Go East and West and Southerly, go far away to roam But tell my dear old mother that I'm not coming home The valleys are all a'blooming, I'm dying in the dark I've sinned and stained my jacket with spots of blood to mark I've seen her in my dreams tonight And she's ever waiting by day and eve and morn Then younder bells are ringing and sky's blue and soft Her hair is thin and withered as straws among the corn I've seen her in my dreams tonight I've seen her in my dreams tonight Her hair is thin and withered as straws among the corn And she's ever waiting by day and eve and morn I'm moving in the wilderness, I'll never see you no more You dig me deep beneath the stones at Carol River shore I'll beg you shovel the sand on me, ho-scents of parsley bloom You tell them all, you say them all that I'm not coming home I've seen her in my dreams tonight And she's ever waiting by day and eve and morn Then younder bells are ringing and sky's blue and soft Her hair is thin and withered as straws among the corn I've seen her in my dreams tonight I've seen her in my dreams tonight Her hair is thin and withered as straws among the corn And she's ever waiting by day and eve and morn