The scented skin of your arm Lies heavy on my chest Outside the morning has begun The day we've spoken of That day has finally come When Christian took the Bounty I kept my carpenters' tools And built this house on the island I wonder if I'll build again Now they've come to take me home Queen Of The Night I'm going away The strange black ship Now lies in the bay I have stayed Much too long And I cannot put things right Queen Of The Night Queen Of The Night Put on your cloak of beaten cloth And put that comb in your hair The one I carved from mother-of-pearl To mark the end of our first year… The landing party's here Ch x2