Row my child, to the bird rock, where the gulls are sailing free Dreams they do bring, and dreaming: dreams of the cold green sea And who would be there but you love, to see what dreams there be? Ho-ray, ho-ro, O hoo-ro Row you now, be rowing; the day goes down before And the ship of fairies sailing, to a dark and a distant shore And how would you say what treasures would ever await them there? Ho-ray, ho-ro, O hoo-ro Sing my love, for the kingdom that ever we thought was gone For the ship of ghosts is sailing, and that one will always return Drowned are the lands and gone the sails, and the gull is their voice alone Ho-ray, ho-ro, O hoo-ro Row my dear, the day is fair where the young birds learn to sing The world is a wheel of wonder that only the sun can spin And the gull on the low and lifting swell is the world a-given wing Ho-ray, ho-ro, O hoo-ro