The seagulls of summer have flown
The sailors have wintered their boats
Come sit by the fire
And tell me your secret
Love isn't kept easily
And is she beautiful
She must be pretty or worth
To ride the high seas
She must be beautiful
White linen sails
That have captured your vagrant breeze
Singing a siren's song
Luring you far from the harbor and into the gales
She must be beautiful
So beautiful
To have stolen the wind from my sail
Casting your dreams out of sea
Will you remember me
As years go by
Washed away with the tide
It was I who set you free
