The gray ships, the stately ships, A-standing out to sea, With lights a-filtering through fog And flags a-floating free, Like phantoms from a fairy world Tell wondrous tales to me— The gray ships, the stately ships, A-standing out to sea. The gray ships, the stately ships, Agleam with silver spray— Long, long ago, they carried far My golden dreams away— And one, they're bringing back to me All decked in garlands gay— The gray ships, the stately ships, Agleam with silver spray. O, gray ships! O, stately ships! A-steaming down the bay— I know the tales you tell are true, Of strange lands, far away; For out from their bright, shining shores You brought my dream today— O, gray ships! O, stately ships! A-steaming down the bay. |