I know where I'm going,
And I know who's going with me
I know who I love,
And I know who I will marry
I need no robes of silk,
Nor shoes of fine green leather
As long as she is with me,
When we stroll across the heather
Feather beds are soft
And painted rooms are bonny
But I know she'll leave them all,
For her loving Winsom Johnny
All her wit and grace,
Like a starry cluster shine
Giving light and beauty
To this simple soul of mine
I know where I'm going,
And I know who's going with me
And I know who I love,
But the Dear knows who I'll marry