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,
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