O my sweet love, she waits for me, 
 Through storm and shine, cross land or sea 
 I run to her and together we, 
 Sway as we kiss 
 Sway as we kiss 
    Her graceful shape I heave up high 
 And in one hand I hold her nigh 
 Her waiting lips are never dry 
 Sway as we kiss 
 Sway as we kiss   
 Come the morn she goes 
 The taste of her remains 
 And in my mind, I see us sway 
 Sway as we kiss 
 Sway as we kiss