LOCKS AND BOLTS
(learned from Deena Zonligt in 1959 at Hiking Club folksinging parties)
I dreamed of my true love last night,
Her yellow hair like strands of gold
I went straightway to her father's house,
But her voice came from the roof above,
All passion flew, my sword I drew,
I held my sword in my right hand,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
All in my arms I held her;
But when I woke it was a dream,
I was forced to lie without her.
Came rollin' down my pillow,
Her yellow hair like strands of gold
Came rollin' down my pillow.
Expectin' there to find her,
The answer came, She is not here,
I have not such in keeping.
Came straightway from the window;
Oh, love, oh, love, 'tis I'd be yours,
But locks and bolts do hinder.
I burst the door asunder;
All passion flew, my sword I drew,
All in that room I entered.
My love all in the other;
And all young men who love like me,
Fight on until you free her.