My babe would never fret none,
about what my hands
and my body done.
If the Lord don't forgive me,
I'd still have my baby
and my babe would have me.
When I was kissing on my baby
and she put her love down soft
and sweet.
In the low lamplight I was free.
Heaven and hell
were words to me.When my time
comes around.
Lay me gently in the cold,
dark earth.
No grave can
hold my body down,
I'll crawl home to her.Work song . Hozier
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