Winds in the autumn, to lash the waves to roar,
He is on the sea, maybe, I am on the shore.
Tossing mat o' sea-wrack, tangle-weed afloat,
Have you been the lucky one, did ye touch his boat?
Sunrise, sunset,
Ah, the weary day!
'Tis here he was, an' I am here,
An' he is gone away.
Winter comes at long last, an' the snow is spread
Cold an' white an' even, like a face that's dead,
Women love a lifetime, that's not the way with men,
'Tis I'll be old an' ugly, an' will he love me then?
Sunrise, sunset,
Slow goes the day.
'Tis here he was, an' I am here,
An' he is gone away.
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