Listen and feel my sorrow,
My dearest love, prevailing.
Rise upon the morrow,
To the oceans, we are sailing.
Our journey begins tonight
With solemn words cutting through.
No tales of my own might
Shall I conceive to you.
Listen and feel my sorrow,
My dearest heart, prevailing.
Rise upon the morrow,
Through the rivers, we are sailing.
Furl the sails, my darling,
As the dawn approaches,
Handle the wooden paddle like a babe that is calling.
Beware the vermin roaches!