The seagulls of summer have flown
The sailors have wintered their boats
Come sit by the fire

And tell me your secrets
Love isnt kept easily


The windows are shuttered and closed
Blankets to keep out the cold
But you are still restless

Your heart is enchanted
Drifting away from me


And is she beautiful
She must be pretty or worse
To ride the high seas

She must be beautiful
White linen sails
That have captured your vagrant breeze

Singing her siren song
Luring you far from the harbor
And into the gales

She must be beautiful
So beautiful
To have stolen the wind from my sails


Casting your dreams out to sea
Will you remember me

As years go by
Slipped with the tide
It was I who set you free


And is she beautiful
She must be pretty or worse

To ride the high seas
She must be beautiful
White linen sails

That have captured your vagrant breeze
Singing her siren song
Luring you far from the harbor

And into the gales
She must be beautiful
So beautiful

To have stolen the wind from my sails
So beautiful
To have stolen the wind from my sails