Lyrics:
Been a poor dirt farmer for all of my life
I can’t afford to make you my wife
For I’ve got no money to buy you a ring
I have only labor my arms can still bring
A richer man can dress you in gold
And sanctify it until you get old
We can tame the fires through most of our days
And conceal this passion our essence it craves
Chorus:
When you take off all of your clothes – oh
Heaven will know - oh
I’ll be forgiven, I suppose
Your father wrote saying he disapproves
A finer match he commands that you choose
For my family’s blood lacks in noble breeding
And no advancement can my promise bring
We could live together many years from now
You’d tend the cattle and I guide the plow
‘tis so foolish to dream of impossible things
We have only moments ‘til life tugs the strings
We vow in darkness to never part
In life or thereafter we’ll savor the heart
It’s a half day journey to the cliffs by the sea
Where we fall together our souls ever free
If you take off all of your clothes – oh
Whether fiction or prose oh
I’ll be forgiven, I suppose