When I was a young girl|I danced light and fair|The boys would all follow me home|My heart I did give|To a soldier so strong|And off to the war he did roam| |He fought strong and true|But his powder did fail|And another shot straight through his heart|They quickly sent news|We buried him soon|And to me his last words they did tell| |Oh, carry me home|Oh, carry me home|Oh, Lord, won't you carry me home|My body has weakened|I'm cold as a stone|Oh, Lord, won't you carry me home| |Oh, carry him home|Oh, carry him home|Oh, Lord, won't you carry him home|His body has weakened, I want to see John|Oh, Lord, won't you carry him home| |The years have passed by|They've been mighty kind|My children have all grown and gone|This sweet patch of land and the farm that John had|Have kept us all sheltered and warm| |I've come to this hill where John and I met|Where I buried him long years ago|No, it won't be long, until I'm going home|And I can't say I have no regrets| |So carry me home|Oh, carry me home|Oh, Lord, won't you carry me home|My body has weakened, I want to see John|Oh, Lord, won't you carry me home