I go to the midstream
And set up the buoys,
So the steam boat will pass by.
Along with the new moon
Arrives at the home port
The blue-eyed pilot whom I know.
Along with the new moon,
Arrives at the home port
The blue-eyed pilot whom I know.
He comes to spend an evening,
To get to know how I'm doing,
I, a daughter of a buoy master.
Although to speak with him
Is not really very hard,
But somehow I'm losing my words.
Although to speak with him,
Is not really very hard,
But somehow I'm losing my words.
If only he would come more often
And stay longer,
then I would know, does he love me or not.
I will flame up myself,
So that he can see better,
And the steam boat will not turn back.
I will flame up myself,
So that he can see better,
And the steam boat will not turn back.