Be It To The End

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