Where are you going now my fine daughter? Where are you going now this fair day? I am bound for Mesopotamia Father stand not in my way But those hills are alive with thunder They resound with the cries of war And if the battle claims you I'll ne'er see you more It's been a year since my love left me And there is none can keep me here I swore that I would join him And the road before me is clear She arose then one fine morning She kissed her mother's sleeping brow And she's bound for Mesopotamia I know not where, I know not how Last night I dreamed I saw her She stood before me now a wife On her arm a sleeping baby And in her hand a silver knife Where you going now my fine daughter? Where are you going now this fair day? I am bound for Mesopotamia Father stand not in my way