The maid in a garden walking alone What is it makes her to weep and to mourn? I am as the tall sailing ship out on the sea Where only long breezes reach out to me [Chorus:] And I set my sails of silver And I steer towards the sun And you false love will weep for me When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone The maid in a garden, how can it be? My starring sea would but what does she see? A mast of the tall rowan tree, ropes of fine silk Decks holy stone shining whiter than milk Chorus