There's a
ship lies wrecked
and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow, for old England, she says,
far away from your land of endless sunshine,
my land full of rainy skies and gales,
I shall be on board that ship tomorrow,
for my heart
And I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
I heard there's a wicked war,
a blazing fire,
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the for eign
flags a -raisin'
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death,
it brings no sorrow
But our bidder will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful,
and I have loved you
More dearly, more dearly
than the spoken word can
tell.
Oh, death and darkness
gather all about me,
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea.
I shall smell again the fragrance
of these islands
And the heaving waves
that brought me once to thee
And should I return, say,
home again to England
I shall watch the English mist
roll through the dam
For you are beauti ful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
For you are beautiful,
and I have loved you dearly,
more dearly
than the spoken word can tell.
You