Sailing by Silverships

You were my bonnie forsaken

But I could tell that you were not mine

Something told me that your heart

Was already taken

And I didn't spend the time

Well alas I saw you hide under the blanket

On a sunday afternoon

And by the evening time there was rain Coming down

So I went up and left the room

I looked into my book of lines

You brought to me

And you were staring back at me this time

Old bluebird

If I sail into the silver light to meet you

Would you take my hand and show me

Who you're praying to?