My sweetheart lives in the forest
Where trees are tall and nights black
Where ravens crow in the morning
At the end of the wayfarer’s path

And when I go there a’ walking
Through the meadows and fields
I hear my mother calling
Girl you’d better watch your feet

My sweetheart he makes me coffee
Strong bitter and black
He lifts me up from the kitchen
And carries me into this bed

And there he whispers into my ear
Some of the sweetest words I have heard
Lifting me high from this treacherous earth
Feeding my soul, quenching my thirst
Feeding my soul, quenching my thirst

My sweetheart he never asks me
When I’ll be back
He knows I will come running
Down the wayfarer’s path

And then he’ll whisper into my ear
Some of the sweetest words I have heard
Lifting me high from this treacherous earth
Feeding my soul, quenching my thirst
Feeding my soul, quenching my thirst