For certain she was the face of springtime
The flowers stood and paid their due
And all the folk they sang of a good rhyme
While drinking all they wanted to

A bitter sweet, this final evening before he must leave her side
They danced around the glass filled tables while fiddlers played so sweet and low
Their eyes hard fixed upon each other, how ever could she let him go
And when the time it came upon them, she said in case we forget

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more

The letters came and every single Sunday
We all would wait to hear the news
She knew her love would be home someday
The only thing she held on to

We sang a song just like we used to and she said before we could leave

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more

That night she heard her true love calling
With words that only she could know
They held each other 'til the morning
And when it was his time to go

She said:
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more

Just a little bit more