Widow With a Shawl (A Portrait) Songtext
von Donovan

(Widow with Shawl, A Portrait)

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 dream
I aweary wait upon the shore


Dear snow-white gulls upon the wave
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 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 her sail
I aweary wait upon the shore