Then blow gentle winds o'er the dark blue sea

voiceColl. by M. C. Parler Arlene Sherman Fayetteville, Arkansas December 29, 1953 Reel 180 My Willie's On The Dark Blue Sea My Willie's on the dark blue sea He's gone far o'er the main And many weary hours will pass E're he'll come home again Chorus: Then blow gentle winds o'er the dark blue sea Bid the storm king stay his hand Till Willie's safe at home with me In his own dear native land I love my Willie best of all He e'er is true to me And long and dreary are the hours Since he first went to sea There are dangers on the waters now I hear the storm birds cry And moaning voices seem to speak From out the frowning sky I see the vivid lightning's flash And hark! the thundre's roar Oh Father, save my Willie from The storm king's mighty power Just as she spoke the lightning ceased And hushed the thunder's roar And Willie clasped her in his arms To roam the seas no more Chorus: Now blow gentle winds o'er the dark blue sea May the storm king stay his hand For Willie's safe at home with me In his own dear native landFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation