| Bluegirls come in every size |
| Some are wise and some otherwise, |
| They got pretty blue eyes. |
| For an hour a man may change |
| For an hour her face looks strange — |
| Looks strange, looks strange. |
| Marching to the promised land |
| Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand, |
| Pulls you down on your knees, |
| While you’re down a pool appears. |
| The face in the water looks up, |
| And she shakes her head as if to say |
| That it’s the last time you’ll look like today. |
| Sail away, away |
| Ripples never come back. |
| Gone to the other side. |
| Sail away, away. |
| The face that launched a thousand ships |
| Is sinking fast, that happens you know, |
| The water gets below. |
| Seems not very long ago |
| Lovelier she was than any that I know. |
| Angels never know it’s time |
| To close the book and gracefully decline, |
| The song has found a tale. |
| My, what a jealous pool is she. |
| The face in the water looks up |
| She shakes her head as if to say |
| That the bluegirls have all gone away. |
| Sail away, away |
| Ripples never come back. |
| They’ve gone to the other side. |
| Look into the pool, |
| Ripples never come back, |
| Dive to the bottom and go to the top |
| To see where they have gone |
| Oh, they’ve gone to the other side… |
| Sail away, away |
| Ripples never come back. |
| Gone to the other side. |
| Look into the pool, |
| The ripples never come back, come back, |
| Dive to the bottom and go to the top |
| To see where they have gone |
| They’ve gone to the other side |
| Ripples never come back |
| Sail away, away… |