Music Across the Water - A Maiden Sat A-Weeping

A maiden sat a-weeping
Down by the seashore
What ails my pretty mis-tress
And makes her heart sore

Because I am a-weary
A-weary in mind
No comfort, and no pleasure, love
Henceforth I will find

I'll spread my sail of silver
I'll loose my rope of silk
My mast is of the cypress tree
My track is of milk

I'll spread my sail of silver
I'll steer toward the sun
And thou, false love, will weep for me
For me when I'm gone

A maiden sat a-weeping
Down by the seashore
What ails my pretty mis-tress
And makes her heart sore

Written by:
Dan Smith, Samantha Smith

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