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