My love she sways in a boat on a river
with fairy tales all along the shore
they will lead her to a happy death
my love she sways in a boat on a river
My words all become prayers
to assure my love that she's safe
and I turn my head all of a sudden
to see my love swaying in a boat on a river
I keep telling her fairy tales
and stories from the barren shore
they will lead her to a happy death
my love she sways in a boat on a river
now I'm out of fairy tales
and in need of stories and songs
they must lead her to happy death
my love she sways in a boat on a river
And I must start telling her lies
and shout them from the barren shore
shall they lead her to a happy death ?
my love swaying in a boat on a river
my love swaying in a boat on a river
my love swaying in a boat on a river
1966
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