My last embrace I’m taking now, and my lips are on your cheek.
The parting hour is drawing near, and the sails wave in the wind,
Oh, fold me closer to your breast, I’ll leave you soon behind.
The Pirate’s Serenade.
CHORUS.
Come, love, come, come away with me,
My bark is on the glossy sea;
The moon is bright, on ocean’s breast,
All, save the Pirate, are now at rest.