Of all the stars that ever shone,
not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes,
like golden corn at harvest time, your hair.
Sailing in my boat, the wind
gently blows and fills my sails,
your sweet scented breath is everywhere.
Daylight peeping through the curtains
of the passing night time is your smile,
and the sun in the sky is like your laugh.
Come back to me, my Nancy,
linger for just a little while,
since you left these shores, I know no peace nor joy.
No matter where I wander, I m still haunted by your name,
the portrait of your beauty stays the same.
Standing by the ocean, wondering where you ve gone,
if you ll return again.
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?
On the day in spring
when snow starts to melt, streams to flow,
with the birds I ll sing a song.
In the while I ll wander
down by bluebell grove, where wild flowers grow,
and I ll hope that lovely Nancy will return.
No matter where I wander, I m still haunted by your name,
the portrait of your beauty stays the same.
Standing by the ocean, wondering where you ve gone,
if you ll return again.
Where is the ring that I gave to Nancy Spain?