There's a ship lies rigged
and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land
of endless sunshine
To my land that's full of
rainy skies and gales
And I shall be on board
that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears
at this farewell
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than a spoken word can tell.
I've heard that there's a
wicked war a -blazin'
And the taste of war I know
so very well.
Even now I see the foreign
flag a -raisin'
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For You are beautiful,
and I have loved
You dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
Though death and darkness
gather all about me,
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea,
I shall smell again the fragrance
of these islands,
And the beating waves
that brought me once to thee.
And should I return,
safe home again, to England,
I shall watch the English whistle
through the dead.
For you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly than this spoken word.
For you are beau tiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
you