Winter's in the sails again,
I'll take another sip and then,
The bells will ring and I will dream alone,
I am getting all I can of that imported, hoarded dram,
So I do not think about you anymore.

I am getting all I can,
In borrowed eyes and hollowed grin,
So I can see the galleys on the shore,
So that I can sleep and still attend,
The waking dream around me and,
So I do not think about you anymore.

Mona hems and haws,
She has got icing in her claws,
And the paws of some old timer at her door,
She falls asleep on me,
And so I search her shawl to see,
If she conceals the thing that she did do before.

Does her stock and trade,
Recall a mistress or a maid?
Or all above, (for all have layed up on my floor),
But the tried and [bad word] conclusion is,
That I will not be moving as,
This swoon is [bad word] soothing to the core,
And I do not think about you anymore.

I do not think about you anymore,
Because you stole,
The very soul of where my love did once endure,
Now gone beyond the wakes,
When gentle winds you did forsake,
And now the iron waves do break up on the oar,
And the end game is a pending silen roar....

But I do not think about you anymore.