Travelling Creature

I am a travelling creature

Travelling through this land

I serve as but a warning to woman and to man

I met a weeping woman in a far and distant land

I gave to her a warning and she gave to me her hand

Oh mother, come and hold my head

Oh mother, hold up my dying head

For this death has laid its hand on me

I asked that weeping woman if she ever tried to pray

She said, "I tried this morning, but the spirit said, "Too late"

Now, my parents, they never once taught me all about the ways of hell

But the way that this death has called me, no human tongue can tell

Oh mother, come and hold my head

Oh mother, hold up my dying head

Oh mother, come and hold my head

Oh mother, hold up my dying hand

For this death has laid its hand on me

For this death has laid its hand on me