She won’t speak of love, though she feel it
She won’t speak of song, though she dance
She won’t tell the tale of the river
But down at the river she’ll pray
Down at the river she’ll pray
We met on a coast at Sistaco
A girl in a coat and a veil
I said, would you be mine to marry?
Girl, you’ll be a woman someday
Girl, you’ll be a woman someday
Oh my, say all your stories, I’ll only walk with you
Oh my, sail around ridges to start again
Oh, my divine
Oh, my divine
Oh, my divine whisky and wine
Oh, my divine whisky and wine
Oh, my divine
Oh, my divine whisky and wine
Now, say all your stories, I know you’re with him
Oh my, sail around ridges to start again