O liquid temptress beneath the azure sky,
Your gilded expanse calls me, calls me,
For I would sail ever on,
Were it not for the elven waid,
Who calls me, calls me.
She binds my heart with a lily white tie.
Never to be broken, save by the sea,
Ever to be torn between the trees and the waves.
And I travel for ever, ever.
To reach the elven maid who lies,
Beyond the liquid temptress, the Sea.
The elven maid in beauty basks,
Her eyes as blue as the liquid sea.
Her lush as the foamy tide,
And Lips as red as the river of blood
She calls me, calls me
She breaks the enchanting tempt of the sea,
And calls me to the elven land.
Her voice awakens the fallow land,
And fills my heart of joy, unearthly
Which thwarts the calling of the sea.
O liquid temptress beneath the azure sky,
Your gilded expanse calls me, calls me,
For I would sail ever on,
Were it not for the elven waid,
Who calls me, calls me.