Dub Trees - Voyage of the Pytheas (Pagan Dub)

I must be going
No longer staying
The burning reeds have stung
I have to crawl
Oh I will be guided without a single word
Into the arms
Of my dear lord

When he came to his true love's window
He knelt down gently on her stove
And as through the panes he whispered softly
He heard the lady groan
She rolled her head from out of the soft pillow
And slowly one little cold breath
Said "Who's there, who's there at my true window
Disturbing me from my lonely slumber?"

"I pray you'll rise, love, and let me in
For I am fatigued from my long night journey"
And he sighed "I am weary, my dear, so am I
But I will not let you pass, my dear, without a kiss"
And before it was day my love had to go away
Not by the light of the moon
Nor the heat of the sun