Wandering Wits

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Washington Irving (UK) - Rock

Wandering Wits

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[Verse 1] Cold to the bone I've been out here so long on my own Upon this wooden ship I'll float From the barbarous coast to the bay of the dead [Verse 2] And now I've returned With a ribbon so rare and of length [?] I've cut and I've burned All for the wealth of the miller's daughter I've yearned [Verse 3] She stood there amazed With a gleam of gold greed in her face Danced the ribbon round the slip of her waist And she kissed the careworn cheek of my face [Chorus] Sailing a boat of gifts so fine Well, I hardly dare to call it mine [?] amazing day [?] the sleepless walks the coast 'til my return [Verse 4] So she walked to the shore [?] on her grief-stricken heart they did soar And then she walked to the back of the fisherman's door And she prayed for a time when I'd be with her once more [Verse 5] My wandering wits [?] tossed into [?] fits [?] feet upon [?] in her midst And I lost [?] wits [Chorus] [?] something there He's holding her ribbon high up in the air So I'll [?] my face to my hands Lift [?] of my mind [Chant] [?] [?] [?] [?] [Chorus] [?] He's holding her ribbon high up in the air [?] so fair [?] As he [?] toward the coast Wandering on to the coast Wandering on to the coast Wandering on to the coast Wandering on to the coast Wandering on

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