You're listening to Something Stirring.

Saving my flowers away for you Though it's homeward and home I should be The summer has gone and the birds they have flown On the winds of the migrating sea On the winds of the migrating sea The captain, he asked me on a cold winter's eve, is it married you're intending to be? Is the lover at the door awaiting a show with a candle and babe on her sleeve? With a candle and babe on her sleeve.

Yes, and no, sir, I did reply.

There's nobody last waiting for me.

If I had but one, I'd lay down my folly, and I'd not be gone fishing with thee.

No, I'd not be gone fishing with thee.

Two years ago there came to the show a young maiden who called for me.

you that i love you and i think