My ship's leaving on a 3 year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Wind-laced, gathering sail and spray
On a search for the mighty sperm whale

Chorus

Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body 'round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us beating
To a place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet

Starbuck's sharpening his harpoon
The black man's playin' his tune
An old salt's sleepin' his watch away
He'll be drunk again before noon

Three years, sailing on bended knee
We found no whales in this sea
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause we'll be in sight of land soon

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