I’ve been writing an unending melody About a woman whose countenance could set a thousand ships to sailing Just to crash on the shore at her feet.
Porcelain skin and emerald eyes, silken hair like spun gold, The envy to Helen of troy could be mine were I but more bold
A goddess of perfection sublime, in her absence the world is but gray Her beauty must Venus abide, yet abhor to this very day
So now I’ve been plotting and scheming I’ve got a ship set to sail in the harbor; at dawn we are leaving To steal her away from a king and his land And she’ll be mine if she’ll take my hand
Ten thousand women could never change my mind A harem fit for a king’ Tender, supple, and kind, Could never draw my hand nor heart from her embrace I’d give to her all of my days for a chance but to relish her gaze
And now I’ve been plotting and scheming I’ve got to have her for mine; and no, I won’t settle for dreaming. So like a thief in the night I’ve come to steal her away And she’ll be mine by the break of day