Original lyrics
ENWhat shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales
And winds and shadows fall towards the west
And how beguile you? Death has no repose
Warmer and deeper than the orient sand
Which hides the beauty and bright faith of those
Who make the golden journey to samarkand
What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales
And winds and shadows fall towards the west
When the great markets by the sea shut fast
All that calm sunday that goes on and on
When even lovers find their peace at last
And earth is but a star, that once had shone
