Paroles de Widow with shawl (a portrait)

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.