The seagulls of summer have flown
The sailors have wintered their boats
Come sit by the fire
and tell me your secrets
Love isn’t 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 away 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,
… so beautiful
To have stolen the wind from my sails