Crawl To My Bed
Crawl to my bed tonight.
Lets be jioned together,
Body and soul.
Come in the middle of the night.
Come when no one can see.
Wait until the last cock crows,
And the fire is off the charcoal.
My father's bride,
Share with me my father's gift.
But share it absent my mother's eyes.
Crawl to my bed tonight
And have a glimpse of my father's youth,
But dont let mother see you.
My beautiful one,
We must keep our affair,
Absent notice of both spirit and men,
And wait patiently for father's passing,
Before which we commit a taboo.
Crawl to my bed
And don't let even spirits see you.
Come tonight, but
Wait until the last cock crows.
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