SAILS OF SILVER
(Hart / Johnson / Kemp / Knight / Nigel Pegrum / Prior)
The maid in a garden walking alone
What is it makes her to weep and to mourn?
I am as the tall sailing ship out on the sea
Where only long breezes reach out to me
And I set my sails of silver
And I 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?
My starring sea would but what does she see?
A mast of the tall rowan tree, ropes of fine silk
Decks holy stone shining whiter than milk