My ship has sails that are made of silk, the decks are trimmed with gold, and of jam and spice there's a paradise in the hold. My ship's a glow with a million pearls and rubies fill each bin, the sun sits high in a sapphire sky when my ship comes in. I can wait the years til it appears one fine day, one spring, but the pearls an such they won't mean much, If there's missing just one thing. Do not care if that day arrives that dream need never be, If the ship I sing doesn't also bring my own true love to me. If the ship I sing doesn't also bring my own true love to me.