Her sail's in tatters, it blows in the mist
Her starboard's shattered, like bones in the drift
Her port's all battered she lists on the shore
That all don't matter, she's yours
The air grew heavy, scented burnt oak and ash
The sky so angry, all bruised up and black
The hard wind took her, but the sea brought her back
It had no right to keep her, she's yours
She's yours, she's yours
Sometimes love on the wing
Ain't no lily white veil
Comes in black as a crow with a thorn in her tail
Meet it armed to the teeth and your destined to fail
You got to throw those troubles overboard
And she's yours
The clouds all scatter, give their way to the dawn
The gulls they gather just to sing her back home
The dark that had her fading pale to the morn'
And all that matters is yours
She's yours, she's yours
