Banks of sweet italy Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Banks of sweet italy
and must you go my flower my ge
my laughter and my hope of jo
to follow fortune through all the worl
make luck pursue you my darling bo
the sun shines bright in Franc
yellow it shines on high barbare
o be my light of da
tarry not long on the banks of sweet Ital
a golden ring is a precious thin
red stockings and shoes of gree
a dwelling place with painted doo
a wide white bed to love you i
summer's gone with calm days
ungentle now is Biscay Ba
a cold fear claims my hear
god save all sailors from the cruel wave