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 dreams; I aweary wait upon the shore Dear snow white gulls upon the wing 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 shingle 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