Lore:Stagger and Sway

O my sweet love, she waits for me,

Through storm and shine, cross land or sea.

I run to her and together we,

Sway as we kiss

Sway as we kiss

Her graceful shape I heave on high

And in one hand I hold her nigh

Her waiting lips are never dry

Sway as we kiss

Sway as we kiss

Come the morn she goes

The taste of her remains

And in my mind, I see us sway

Sway as we kiss

Sway as we kiss