He's gone and I'm now sad and lonely
He'e left me to cross the deep sea
I know that he thinks of me only
And will soon be returning to me
My eyes they are filled with devotion
For my husband he said he would be
So blow gently ye winds on the ocean
And bring back my Jhonny to me
He's gone for his fortune to better
I know that he's gone for my sake
I'll soon be receiving a letter
Or else my poor heart it will break.
Some say that my love is returning
To his own native country and me
So blow gently you winds on the ocean
And bring back my Johnny to me.
Each night as I lay on my pillow
My poor heart it gives such a sigh
I think of each angry pillow
And I'm watching the clouds in the sky.
Some say that my love is returning
To his own native country and me
So blow gently the winds on the ocean
And send back my Johnny to me.
From the singing of Mrs Costello, Birmingham 1953 via Ken Clark.
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