I will return, brave and bold Bringing stories and gold And I will build you that home From good hard wood and stone But this dipping prow Small hope allows On these wretched waves With sloping mast We're driven fast Through bitter air In silent prayer And I will buy you a gown Stitched with flowers around And I will ask for your hand In the chapel we'll stand But this dipping prow Small hope allows On these wretched waves With sloping mast We're driven fast Through bitter air In silent prayer And in the forest's cool shade Well walk up to that glade To that tree that you love Green and silver above But this dipping prow Small hope allows On these wretched waves With sloping mast We're driven fast Through bitter air In silent prayer