Lesley Garrett - Blow the Wind Southerly

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly

Blow the wind south o'er the bonnie blue sea

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly

Blow, bonnie breeze, my true love to me

They told me last night there were ships in the offing

And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea

But my eye could not see it, wherever might be it

The bark that is bearing my lover to me

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly

Blow the wind south o'er the bonnie blue sea

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly

Blow, bonnie breeze, my true love to me

Is it not sweet to hear the breeze singing

As gently it comes o'er the deep rolling sea?

But sweeter and endearing by far 'tis when steering

The bark of my true love back safely to me

(Blow the wind)

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly

Blow the wind south o'er the bonnie blue sea

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly

Blow, bonnie breeze; blow, bonnie breeze

Blow, bonnie breeze, my true love to me