Letra de Widow With Shawl (A Portrait) - Donovan

Dear Wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore.
Forsake her not in times of storm
Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore.
Whither he be in Africa
Or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams
I a-weary wait upon the shore.
Dear snow white gulls upon the wave
I, like you, am lamenting, for my love.
I a-weary cry upon the shore.
And in my chariot of sleep,
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I ride the vast and dreamy deep deep sea.
I awake a-weary on the shore.
Seven years and Seven days,
No man has seen my woman ways, dear God.
I a-weary cry upon the shore.
Along the shingled beach I go
The wind about me as I make my way
To my weary dream upon my bed.
Dear Wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail.
I a-weary wait upon the shore.