My gun and my powder My old woolen trousers Some bread for the road A call of the bugle Another refusal To wait for the snow She knows that I'll grow Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane She knows that I'll hold Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away Jesus, come briefly Dismiss me or keep me Just let me go home She'll be burning a candle Bundled under the mantle When the evenings get cold She knows that I'll grow Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane She knows that I'll hold Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away She knows that I'll grow Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane She knows that I'll hold Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away If I die Will you hold on Will you hold on to me? If I die Will you hold on Will you hold on to me? If I die Will you hold on Will you hold on to me? If I die Will you hold on Will you hold on to me? If I die Will you hold on Will you hold on to me? She knows that I'll grow Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane She knows that I'll hold Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away She knows that I'll grow Slowly as a raindrop down your window pane She knows that I'll hold Her locket on a chain to keep the evil things away She knows I'll grow