Sandy Denny - The Boatman Lyrics
How often haunting the highest hilltopI scan the ocean, a sail to seeWill it come tonight, love, will it come tomorrowOr ever come, love, to comfort me(chorus "the boatman" in gaelic):O fare thee well, love, where'er thou beThey call thee fickle, they call thee false oneAnd seek to change me but all in vainThou art my dream yet throughout the dark nightAnd every moment i watch the mainThere's not a hamlet, too well i know it,Where you go wandering or stay awhileBut all its old folk you win with talkingAnd charm its maidens with song and smileDoth thou remember the promise made me,A token plead, a silken gownThat ring of gold with your hair and portraitThat gown and ring i will never own