Entreat me not to leave thee, My heart goes with thee now; Why turn my footsteps homeward? No friend so dear as thou! Thy heart has borne my sorrow, And I have wept for thine; And now how can I leave thee? Oh, let thy lot be mine.
Entreat me not to leave thee, Entreat me not to leave thee, Or to return from following after thee; For where thou goest I will go, And where thou lodgest I will lodge; Thy people shall be my people, And thy God my God, Thy people shall be my people, And thy God my God.
I’ll follow where thou leadest; My love will cling to thee; And where thy head is pillowed, My nightly rest shall be; Thy birthplace and thy kindred I’ll cherish like my own; Thy God shall be my refuge, I’ll worship at His throne.
Where death’s cold hand shall find thee, There let my eyelids close, And, in the grave beside thee, This mortal frame repose: Oh, do not now entreat me; No friend so dear as thou; My heart would break in anguish If I should leave thee now.