The Black Winds 

The liner is waiting and once again Iím leaving
For a far off land where Iíll constantly be grieving
But not for the sake of the absentee mountain
But  for the sake of that girl I met by the fountain 

So fare thee well, so long my own true love 

As time goes by, the faithless days grow longer
As the nights slowly pass, my ache for thee grows stronger
Stronger than the black winds on the dark and raging main
Stronger than the whiskey I drink for to ease my pain 

So fare thee well, so long my own true love 

Iíve been wounded and worn out and both my knees have been broken
Iíve been shot at and beaten but not a word of complaint I have spoken
For thereís nothing that hurts like the sufferiní of being away from thee
When thou are on the mountain and Iím on the dark rolling sea 

So fare thee well, so long my own true love