The lady was born of a sunbeam
Out across the silver sand she moves [bad word] to me now’, my love whispers
For her eyes are seas to sail to her.

In what hemisphere do you sail today?
 [bad word] write me a song,' said the lady
For she sang like all the birds at dawn
I slept by her side with the pale moon
For her breath might be a black sea sail

In what hemisphere do you sail today?