Widow With Shawl (a Portrait) Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

Dear Wind that shakes the barley free 

Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail 

I a-weary wait upon the shore. 

Forsake her not in times of storm 

Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail 

I a-weary wait upon the shore. 

Whither he be in Africa 

or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams 

I a-weary wait upon the shore. 

Dear snow white gulls upon the wave 

I, like you, am lamenting, for my love. 

I a-weary cry upon the shore. 

And in my chariot of sleep, 

I ride the vast and dreamy deep deep sea. 

I awake a-weary on the shore. 

Seven years and Seven days, 

no man has seen my woman ways, dear God. 

I a-weary cry upon the shore. 

Along the shingled 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 the sail. 

I a-weary wait upon the shore.