Lyrics
The southwind is calling, is calling to me,
Where moonbeams dance on a silvery sea;
My dreamship will sail to that distant bourne
Of mountain mist and a purple morn.
CHORUS:
Warm winds blow from the southern sea,
Whisper again that sweet melody;
Breathe oh nightwind, a gracious spell,
The song I love so well.
Strong winds, carry my dreamship on
To the rim of the world and the desert dawn!
Southwind tarry and let me stay,
Until the break of day.
The African moon and the stars of the night,
Are shedding a magical, shimmering light
Through dreamladen hours by a languid sea
Where someone is waiting, is waiting for me.