Classic Poem

My love is coming from over the sea,
Over the sea;
A thousand things I've got for to tell her,
Merrily, merrily;
A thousand things I've got for to give her,
Tenderly, tenderly.

My love is a-come from over the sea,
Over the sea;
But the holy hush of the joy is mine,
Silently, silently,
I can only feel that my love is here,
Here by me, here by me.

My love, my love from over the sea,
Over the sea;
I've nothing to say and nothing to give
Unto thee, unto thee;
Words are so empty and gifts so poor,
Here with thee, here with thee.