oh, cruel stormnncruel sailor, cruel landnnthey take what they'd sooner sellnnto some foreign landnnfrom my highest towernni see just how he stands and swaysnnwhispered to my liennthere is a happy landnnfor the weary maidnnoh, splendid ladynnsteals time with your heelsnni watched your eyes fill with delightsnnas your hounds take the wild fox downnnyou're wicked, uglynnwines placed at your sidennthe black thorns might be smarternnbut then they might be freennlight darkness once morennlight my sailor's home againnnwith a vaguely crueler kindnnas light bleeds from the skynni watch our heart dienncold moonbeams lived my timennpass, true loves, by once morennand it will be splendid..