Chorus: The kings could cut their cedars,

Cut their Lebanon cedars;

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But Salomon packed his heart with dreams,

And all the dreams were true.

When Salomon sailed from Ophir,

He sailed not as a king.

The kings—they weltered to and fro,

Tossed wherever the winds could blow;

But Salomon’s tawny seamen

Could lift their heads and sing,

Till all their crowded clouds of sail

Grew sweeter than the Spring.

Chorus: Their singing sheets grew sweeter,

Their crowded clouds grew sweeter,

For Salomon’s tawny seamen, sirs,

Could lift their heads and sing:

When Salomon sailed from Ophir

With crimson sails so tall,

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