My ship

My ship has sails that are made of silk,
the decks are trimmed with gold,
and of jam and spice there's a paradise in the hold.

My ship's a glow with a million pearls
and rubies fill each bin,
the sun sits high in a sapphire sky
when my ship comes in.

I can wait the years
til it appears
one fine day, one spring,
but the pearls an such
they won't mean much,
If there's missing just one thing.

Do not care if that day arrives
that dream need never be,
If the ship I sing
doesn't also bring
my own true love to me.

If the ship I sing
doesn't also bring
my own true love to me.