When cockle shells turn into silvery bells,
then will my love return to me
When roses grow in the wintery snow,
then will my love return to me
Oh waly, waly, love be by me
and bright as a jewel when first new
But love grows old, and waxes cold,
and fades away like morning dew
There is a ship, it sails the sea,
It's loaded high and (as) deep can be
But not so deep as my love for you
I know not if I sink or swim
Oh waly, waly, love be by me
Bright as a jewel when first new
But love grows old and waxes cold,
and fades away--it fades--like morning dew