The Last Farewell ~ Roger Whittaker

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harborTomorrow for old England she sailsFar away from your land of endless sunshineTo my land full of rainy skies and galesAnd I shall be aboard that ship tomorrowThough my heart is full of tears at this farewellFor you are beautiful, I have loved you dearlyMore dearly than the spoken word can tellFor you are beautiful, I have loved you dearlyMore dearly than the spoken word can tellI've heard there's a wicked war a-blazingAnd the taste of war I know so very wellEven now I see the foreign flag a-raisingTheir guns on fire as we sail into hellI have no fear of death, it brings no sorrowBut how bitter will be this last farewellFor you are beautiful, I have loved you dearlyMore dearly than the spoken word can tellFor you are beautiful, I have loved you dearlyMore dearly than the spoken word can tellThough death and darkness gather all about meMy ship be torn apart upon the seasI shall smell again the fragrance of these islandsAnd the heaving waves that brought me once to theeAnd should I return home safe again to EnglandI shall watch the English mist roll through the dellFor you are beautiful, I have loved you dearlyMore dearly than the spoken word can tellFor you are beautiful, I have loved you dearlyMore dearly than the spoken word can tell