He wakes me in the morning With a gun in his hand Tells me he has to go And must make his way fast He lifts me from the bed And kisses my hair As I lock my arms around him I whisper in his ear Be it to the end my darling I will go Be it to the end my darling I will follow He slowly shakes his head Puts his hand across my mouth We listen to the wind Stirring in the south And as he kisses my neck He tells me he knows best Where he goes no one follows But I'm not so sure of that Be it to the end my darling I will go Be it to the end my darling I will follow