I know where I'm goin'

And I know who's going with me

I know why love and I know who I will marry

I need no robes of silk nor shoes of fine green leather

As long as she is with me when we stroll across the heather

Feather beds are soft and painted rooms are bonny

But I know she cleave them all for her loving Winsom Johnny

All her wit and grace like a starry cluster shine

Giving light and beauty to this simple soul of mine

I know where I'm going and I know who's going with me

And I know why love and the dear knows who I'll marry