Wandering Wits

[Verse 1]
Cold to the bone
I've been out here so long on my own
Upon this wooden ship I'll float
From the barbarous coast to the bay of the dead

[Verse 2]
And now I've returned
With a ribbon so rare and of length
[?] I've cut and I've burned
All for the wealth of the miller's daughter I've yearned

[Verse 3]
She stood there amazed
With a gleam of gold greed in her face
Danced the ribbon round the slip of her waist
And she kissed the careworn cheek of my face

[Chorus]
Sailing a boat of gifts so fine
Well, I hardly dare to call it mine
[?] amazing day
[?] the sleepless walks the coast 'til my return

[Verse 4]
So she walked to the shore
[?] on her grief-stricken heart they did soar
And then she walked to the back of the fisherman's door
And she prayed for a time when I'd be with her once more

[Verse 5]
My wandering wits
[?] tossed into [?] fits
[?] feet upon [?] in her midst
And I lost [?] wits

[Chorus]
[?] something there
He's holding her ribbon high up in the air
So I'll [?] my face to my hands
Lift [?] of my mind

[Chant]
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[Chorus]
[?]
He's holding her ribbon high up in the air
[?] so fair
[?]
As he [?] toward the coast
Wandering on to the coast
Wandering on to the coast
Wandering on to the coast
Wandering on to the coast
Wandering on