I am begging the morning
Let the birds keep on singing
Let the wind keep on blowing
I am begging the morning

I am telling you warden
Let me know if my baby
If my baby [bad word] to
To an end of this morning

At the end of this morning
I wll give her no baby
I will give her no money
I won't see if she is crying

At the end of this morning
I will see all their faces
I will hear all their voices
Buried near the willow

And I'm telling the sunshine
Shine the soul of the sinner
Light the soul of the martyr
Let the lord to the bugger

Let the lord to the gambler
To the easy life rider
To the merchant and begger
Let the lord show his mercy

Show his cries to the willow
Show his blood to the rabble
And I'm begging the morning
Let the sun warm the haged man

I am begging the morning
Let the birds keep on singing
Let the wind keep on blowing
I am begging the morning