Of all the stars that ever shone,
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes;
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair.
Sailing in my boat the wind gently blows,
And fills my sails;
Your sweet scented breath is everywhere.
No matter where I wander,
I'm still haunted by your name;
The portrait of your beauty stays the same.
Standing by the ocean,
Wondering where you've gone, if you'll return again;
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?
Daylight peeping through the curtain
Of the passing night-time is your smile;
The sun in the sky is like your laugh.
Come back to me, my Nancy,
Linger for just a little while;
Since you left these shores I know no peace nor joy.
On the day in spring when the snow starts to melt,
And streams to flow,
With the birds I'll sing to you a song;
In the while I'll wander down by bluebell grove,
Where wildflowers grow;
And hope my lovely Nancy will return.