Music was everywhere, flowers were in her hair
Under an awning of silvery boughs
We traded vows the night that I sailed away
Oh, trade winds, what are vows that lovers make?
Oh, trade winds, are they only made to break?
When it is May again, I’ll sail away again
Though I’m returning, it won’t be the same
She traded her name way down where the trade winds play
Blow, trade winds, blow away