Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me
Fill her sail; I aweary wait upon the shore

Forsake her not in times of storm
Protect her oaken beams from harm
Fill her sail; I aweary wait upon the shore

Whether he be in Africa
Or deep asleep in India
Fill his dreams; I aweary wait upon the shore

Dear snow white gulls upon the wing
I, like you, am lamenting
For my love; I aweary cry upon the shore

And in my chariot of sleep
I ride the vast and dreamy deep deep sea
I awake aweary on the shore

Seven years and seven days
No man has seen my woman ways
Dear God; I aweary cry upon the shore

Along the shingle beach I go
The wind about me as I make my way
To my weary dream upon my bed

Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me
Fill her sail; I aweary wait upon the shore