I Know Where I'M Going

I know where I? m going, and I know who? s going with me I know why 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 cleave 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 why love and the Dear knows who I? ll marry