The seagulls of summer have flown The sailors have wintered their boats Come sit by the fire And tell me your secrets Love isn't kept easily
The windows are shuttered and closed Blankets to keep out the cold But you are still restless Your heart is enchanted Drifting away from me
And is she beautiful She must be pretty or worse To ride the high seas She must be beautiful White linen sails That have captured your vagrant breeze Singing her siren song Luring you far from the harbor And into the gales She must be beautiful So beautiful To have stolen the wind from my sails
Casting your dreams out to sea Will you remember me As years go by Slipped with the tide It was I who set you free
And is she beautiful She must be pretty or worse To ride the high seas She must be beautiful White linen sails That have captured your vagrant breeze Singing her siren song Luring you far from the harbor And into the gales She must be beautiful So beautiful To have stolen the wind from my sails So beautiful To have stolen the wind from my sailsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
