Sun That Hugs the Ocean

Oh, the sun has a fickle mind, a more fickle mind than me
Maybe someday I'll head away till the sand parts from the sea
Dreaming of my true love, if I find the time
Oh, the sun has a fickle mind, a fickle mind

If I had a guitar string, I'd play it endlessly
Singing of my baby, her lips of sweet cherry
Sing in the summer, winter into spring
Oh, if I had a guitar string, a guitar string

If I had a golden thread, I'd sew my love to me
Soon I'd miss the distance we used to hold between
I'd fall asleep beside her, wishing on an empty bed
Oh, if I had a golden thread, a golden thread

Make me a boat of elm and I'll row myself to sea
Soon I'd miss the anchor that never let me leave
Thinking on my darling, lonesome at the helm
Oh, make me a boat of elm, a boat of elm

Fly me to a foreign land for the two of us to meet
The sun that hugs the ocean, bright as silken sheets
In time I'd pine for winter, snowflakes on my palm
Fly me to a foreign land, a foreign land

When I'm done with wandering, whenever that may be
Could I look behind me to see you didn't leave?
Will the breeze dance through me, cold across my skin?
When I'm done with wandering