Travelling Chest - The Icicle Works

Tell me fair young maiden

Will you take me as your own

For I must face this journey with a reason to come home

There’s danger 'cross the deep salt sea

God knows what we may find

Armed with musket, pipe and drums

You’ll still be on my mind

As the wind blows, so the time goes

Take us where we long to be

My travelling chest

My good companion

Though I’m gone

Your heart belongs to me

Tell me fair young maiden

Will you take me as your own

There’s danger at the factory gates

The picket line has grown

While you’re sleeping in your bed

My love consider this

I’ll make my weary way home

To the promise of your kiss

As the wind blows, so the time goes

Take us where we long to be

My travelling chest

My good companion

Though I’m gone

Your heart belongs to me

I’m so ill at ease and weary when I’m down

Seem to loose those shackles

When you bring your love around

Strange as it seems, I’m lost for words

When I speak, I’m not heard, I’m aware you’re waiting for me