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Don't you dare let the wind move into our cabin on the mountain,
I just know I'll be back, I'll come home with the first green in May.
They can't keep me behind walld, I get out when the ground smells of planting.
So don't you dare let me down, please stay around for my home-coming day.

You were the daughter of a drummer,
Moving from town to little town,
Looking like a snow-flake in the summer,
When I asked you to stop and settle down.

We built a cabin on the mountain,
We were as happy as July,
When along cae a drummer fro Baltimore
And you left me, I thought I would die.

I lived seven months in loneliness.
Then come your letter: 'Take me home.'
When I come to fetch you from the tenement,
I could see that man beat you to the bone.

Then from the bedroom stepped the drummer man,
Says to me, 'Let go of my wife.'
Lord I wish I knew just what came over me.
Wish I'd never seen a knife.

Don't you dare let the wind move into our cabin on the mountain,
I just know I'll be back, I'll come home with the first green in May.
They can't keep me behind walld, I get out when the ground smells of planting.
So don't you dare let me down, please stay around for my home-coming day.

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