Boston and St. John's

Girl, don’t tell me that it’s morning
Can we keep the curtains drawn
I haven’t given you fair warning
But our ship, she sails at dawn…
And it’s true I must be going
But I swear I won’t be long
There isn’t that much ocean between Boston and St John’s
I’m a rover, and I’m bound to sail away
I’m a rover, can you love me anyway?
And if some suitor comes approaching
Will you let him through your door
And what if I return half-broken
Will you still want me anymore?
Close your eyes and dream and tell me what you see
You can tell me what you want, just tell me that you’ll wait for me But, oh, don’t tell me that it’s morning
Can we keep the curtains drawn
I haven’t given you fair warning
But our ship, she sails at dawn…