Eva Cassidy Waly Waly
When cockle shells turn into silvery bells,
then will my love return to me.
When roses grow in the wintery snow,
then will my love return to me.
Oh waly, waly, love be by me
and bright as a jewel when first new...
But love grows old, and waxes cold,
and fades away like morning dew.
There is a ship, it sails the sea,
It's loaded high and (as) deep can be.
But not so deep as my love for you.
I know not if I sink or swim.
Oh waly, waly, love be by me
Bright as a jewel when first new...
But love grows old and waxes cold,
and fades away--it fades--like morning dew.
