Mesopotamia - Show Of Hands

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