There's a ship lined,
raked and ready in the harbour
Tomorrow for old England, she say,
Far away from your land of
endless sunshine,
To my land full of rainy skies and gale,
And I shall be aboard 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 the spoken
word can tell
For you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken
word can tell
I heard there's a wicked war a -blazing
An d a taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign
flag a -raising
There're guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death,
it brings no sorrow
But a bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful
and I have loved you
Dearly, more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
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 fra
grance of these islands,
In the heaving waves
that brought me once to thee,
And should I return safe
home again to England,
I shall watch the English mist
roll through the dale
For you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken
word can tell
For you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken
words can tell