You shall have satin and silk to wear,
When my ship comes in;
And jewels to shine in your raven hair,
When my ship comes in.
Oh, the path is dreary to-day and long,
And little I’ve brought to your life of song,
But the dream still lives and the faith is strong,
When my ship comes in.
Gold and silver are pledged to you,
When my ship comes in;
I pay with this promise for all you do,
When my ship comes in.
Oh, fairest partner man ever had,
It’s little I’ve brought you to make you glad
Save the whispered suggestion in moments sad,
When my ship comes in.
Though crowded with treasures should be her hold,
When my ship comes in,
I never can pay for the charms of old,
When my ship comes in.
The strength I have taken from you has fled,
The time for the joys that you craved has sped,
I must pay for your gold with the dullest lead,
When my ship comes in.
Too late, too late will the treasures be,
When my ship comes in.
For Age shall stand with us on the quay,
When my ship comes in.
For the love you’ve given and the faith you’ve shown,
But a glimpse of the joys that you might have known
Will it then be yours on that day to own,
When my ship comes in.
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