My sweetheart lives in the forest Where trees are tall and nights black Where ravens crow in the morning At the end of the wayfarer's path And when I go there a' walking Through the meadows and fields I hear my mother calling Girl you'd better watch your feet My sweetheart he makes me coffee Strong bitter and black He lifts me up from the kitchen And carries me into his bed And there he whispers into my ear Some of the sweetest words I have heard Lifting me high from This treacherous earth Feeding my soul Quenching my thirst Feeding my soul Quenching my thirst My sweetheart he never asks me When I'll be back He knows I will come running Down the wayfarer's path And then he'll whisper into my ear Some of the sweetest words I have heard Lifting me high from this treacherous earth Feeding my soul Quenching my thirst Feeding my soul Quenching my thirst