I've been a foreign lander for seven years or more
Among the brave commanders where wild beasts howled and roared
I've conquered all my enemies on land and on the sea
But you my dearest jewel 'tis you have conquered me
I cannot build a ship of love without the wood of trees
The ship would burst asunder should I prove false to thee.
If ever I prove false love the elements would moan
The fire would turn to ice love, the seas would rage and burn
Have you heard the mourning dove?
She's flying from pine to pine
She's mourning for her own love the way I mourn for mine.
I lie awake out in the night
I see the shining stars I wonder if you see them too wherever you are
I've been a foreign lander for seven years or more.