along a foreign coast

Mark Knopfler

In a silhouette the slumbering grove
Against a twilight sky
An arch of stars to span the cove
In dusk, now in dark they lie
In dusk, now in dark they lie

His privateer in anchored and rides
Along a foreign coast
And now his cherished guest must rise
And so must leave her host
And so she must leave her host

And a simple thing he will press her to take
A seal for their time alone
Set in silver for love's sake
A sea green precious stone
A sea green pr?cious stone