Sing on sweet Muse of my lost love;
So far away he waits for me;
Sing on sweet Muse of my lost love
And I’ll sing him to me:
A thousand miles away he waits
Beyond the sea, beyond the pale
And I would sing him home to me:
Let words not fail.
I wait upon this barren rock;
The spray hits hard, salt stings my tears
Through many a storm and many a wreck
Through thoughtless, restless years.
How thoughtless you, not to return
While here I wait upon my rock;
How heartless you, not to return;
Now let me sing you back:
I see your ship upon the waves;
Your ship draws near as I draw breath;
I sing my song to bring you close:
My song shall be your death.
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