A-rolling home from over the sea
I'd give you a hug on the landing quay,
A hook-nosed parrot that swore like me,
And a brooch of mother-o'-pearl.
If you were a Donna of old Castile
And a Troubadour were I,
I'd sing at night beneath your room
And weave you dreams in a minstrel's loom
With rainbow tears and the roses' bloom
And star-shine out of the sky.