There is a woman that I love
Who lives in a house on the estuary
The house is on its own
Surrounded by spindly trees
I see her kneeling down
In a garden running wild
With strawberries and many kinds of weeds
(Bring it up, Bring it up to me
Bring it up now shining to me)

The herring fleet glides
Beneath the empty sky.

There is a woman that I love
Who lives in a house on the estuary
The land it slopes away
The dilating sun
Her hands are open with wrinkled seeds
Long wings thresh in curves
Above the bracken sway
To the sea
Bring it up now shining to me

The herring fleet glides
Beneath the morning sky.