MY SHIP HAS SAILS
THAT ARE MADE OF SILK
THE DECKS ARE TRIMMED WITH GOLD
AND OF JAM AND SPICE
THERE'S A PARADISE IN THE HOLD
MY SHIPS AGLOW WITH A MILLION PEARLS
AND RUBIES FILL EACH BIN
THE SUN SITS HIGH IN A SAPPHIRE SKY
WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN
I CAN WAIT THE YEARS
TILL IT APPEARS
ONE FINE DAY ONE SPRING
BUT THEY PEARLS AND SUCH
THE WON'T MEAN MUCH
IF THERE'S MISSING JUST ONE THING
I DO NOT CARE IF THAT DAY ARRIVES
THAT DREAM NEED NEVER BE
IF THE SHIP I SING
DOESN'T ALSO BRING
MY ONE TRUE LOVE TO ME