In Vain

Blow! O Wind of the sea!
Oh, blow! until I see
The ship that went away
Sail safe into the bay!

Wind of the sea! Wind of the sea!
What tidings dost thou bring to me?

But there's no reply;
There's no sail in sight;
And the years go by
And her hair grows white.

Blow! O Wind of the sea!
Oh, blow! until I see
The ship that went away
Sail safe into the bay!

Wind of the sea! Wind of the sea!
What tidings dost thou bring to me?

But there's no reply;
There's no sail in sight;
And the years go by
And her hair grows white.
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