My ship has sails that are made of silk,
The decks are trimmed with gold,
And of jam and spice there’s a paradise in the hold.
My ship’s aglow with a million pearls and rubies fill each bin.
The sun sits high in a sapphire sky when my ship comes in.

I can wait the years till it appears, one fine day one Spring;
But the pearls and such, they won’t mean much
If there’s missing just one thing.
I do not care if that day arrives, that dream need never be,
If the ship I sing doesn’t also bring my own true love to me.
If the ship I sing doesn’t also bring my own true love to me.