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WIDOW WITH A SHAWL DONOVAN Dear wind that shakes the barley free, Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sails. I a-weary wait upon the shore. Forsake her not in times of storm, Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sails. I a-weary wait upon the shore. Whether he be in Africa Or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams, I a-weary wait upon the shore. Dear snow white gulls upon the wing, I, like you, are lamenting, for my love. I a-weary wait upon the shore. And in my chariot of sleep, I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea. I awake a-weary on the shore. For seven years and seven days, No man has seen my woman's ways, dear God. SongtexteI a-weary 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 sails. I a-weary wait upon the shore. I a-weary wait upon the shore. Aus Songtexte Mania