They tell me in their laughter,
sweetheart,
that we can never wed.
To make you my bride
would hurt their pride.
You must marry an earl instead.
The riches they say
they never will share with
me because I am poor
And that they placed you in a cell
behind the cold iron door
My love for you will never, never die
My fight, I will carry it through
It is written that where there's a will,
there's a way
And someday the sky will be blue
I pray to the maker in
heaven each night,
and I know you've been
praying for me.
That he guides every step
to the end of the trail,
where love meets and I set you free.
He tunneled his way
near the cold, dreary ground
Each night he made his way
A race against time,
that tomb he must find
Before her dark wedding day
At last a faint weary cry he heard
His fight for love it was o 'er
Thank God I've reached you
my darlin' tonight
I've struck the cold iron door
One mighty blast and
behold and at last
The big gates swung far aside
Imprisoned there like some lonely bird
I found my future bride
Although they took you away
from my arms,
you've been punished
for loving the poor.
Thank God my love for you
at last has entered the cold iron door.