O my sweet love, she waits for me, Through storm and shine, cross land or sea. I run to her and together we, Sway as we kiss Sway as we kiss Her graceful shape I heave on high And in one hand I hold her nigh Her waiting lips are never dry Sway as we kiss Sway as we kiss Come the morn she goes The taste of her remains And in my mind, I see us sway Sway as we kiss Sway as we kiss