Sails of Silver

Fair maiden in the garden walking along
What is it makes her to weep and to moan?
I am as a tall sailing ship out on the sea
Where only long breezes reach out to me

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

The maid in a garden, how can it be?
I'm staring seaward but what does she see?
A mast of the tall rowan tree, ropes of fine silk
Decks holystoned shining whiter than milk

Chorus 2x
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Chorus 3x and fade