My ship has sails, that are made of silk
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The decks are trimmed with gold
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And in spice, there's a paradise, in hope
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My ships are gold, with a million pearls
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And this feel it's been
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The sun seems high, on the saphire sky
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When my ship comes and
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I can't wait the years till it appears
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One fine day once break
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But the pearls and such, they don't mean much
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It feels missing just one thing
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I do not care if that day arrives
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That dream will never be
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If the ship I sing doesn't know
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Just bring, my true love to me
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If the ship I sing doesn't know
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Just bring, my own true love to me.
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My Ship
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| Caroline Henderson |
