. Krasnow, B. Lovelock
Going where the willows weep no more, darlin' baby,
Going where the willows weep no more,
Chilly winds don't blow along my shore, oh baby,
Where the chilly winds, the chilly winds don't blow.
Going where my father waits for me, oh baby,
Going where my father waits for me,
Going there 'cause there I'd rather be, oh baby,
Where the chilly winds, the chilly winds don't blow.
Yes there will be red roses round my door, darlin' baby,