When cockleshells turn to silvery bells Then will my love return to me? When roses bloom in the wintry snow Then will my love return to me? Oh, wavy, wavy, love be bonnie And bright as a dew in its first snow But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like morning dew There is a ship, it's sailing o'er the sea It's loaded high and deep can be But not so deep as my love for him I know not if, if I sink or swim Oh, wavy, wavy, love be bonnie And bright as a dew in its first snow But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like morning dew And fades away like morning dew
