There is a yacht in sandy harbor; they call The Bedouin
It is the home of the van der Hovens,
And it is home to the windy sea.

With hands a-carved from love and laughter; he bears me aboard his sail.
He holds me now, before and after;
Protects me from the icy gale.

Can you hear the sky in the masts a-singing? The lonely dirge of air…
In our bed of arms, a-slowly rocking,
You’re the heaven of my prayers.

His lips a-beckon my cheek from dreaming, his eyes are the new born day.
I smile at the prospect of time together;
The clock stops the world when we play.

My love, my time here is but brief, soon I must make my way home.
My feet may be moving but my soul cannot leave,
My heart, my love, is your own…