Letra de Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)
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.