Sing me a song of a lass that is gone, Say, could that lass be I?
Mary of soul, she sailed on a day Over the sea to sky
Below and breeze the islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone, Say, could that lass be I?
Mary of soul, she sailed on a day Over the sea to sky
