Incredible String Band - Banks Of Sweet Italy lyrics

And must you go my flower my gem My laughter and my hope of joy To follow fortune through all the world Make luck pursue you my darling boy The sun shines bright in France Yellow it shines on high Barbaree Oh, be my light of day Carry not long on the banks of sweet Italy A golden ring is a precious thing Red stockings and shoes of green A dwelling place with painted door A wide white bed to love you in Summer's gone with calm days Ungentle now is Biscay Bay A cold fear claims my heart God save all sailors from the cruel waves