There the ship lies rigged
and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land
of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that
ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears
at this farewell
Oh, you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
Oh, you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
I heard that there's a
wicked war a -blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a -raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
Oh, you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
Oh, you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can
tell
Though death and darkness
gather all around me
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea
I shall smell again the fragrance
of these islands
That by return home safe again to
And when I get back again
to good old England,
I shall watch the English mist
roll thro' the dale.
For you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than a spoken word can tell.
Oh, you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.