The Boatman Lyrics - Sandy Denny

How often haunting the highest hilltop 

I scan the ocean, a sail to see 

Will it come tonight, love, will it come tomorrow 

Or ever come, love, to comfort me 

(chorus "the boatman" in gaelic): 

O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be 

They call thee fickle, they call thee false one 

And seek to change me but all in vain 

Thou art my dream yet throughout the dark night 

And every moment I watch the main 

There's not a hamlet, too well I know it, 

Where you go wandering or stay awhile 

But all it's old folk you win with talking 

And charm it's maidens with song and smile