cd: Dulahan
track 3: A Sailor
There’s an ominous wind
blowing out of the harbor
and it’s destined to take me away
Old dreams of life on the land have all faded
to visions of aqua and gray
My mother she died giving birth to her son
my father was gone to the sea
Raised by sailors at Bantry Bay Harbor,
what else could be made out of me
CHORUS
A sailor, Only a sailor, Only a sailor
Young sailors complain
for the love of their lassies
and distrust the loners like me
And rounding the cape offers no hope at all
when you’re already four months at sea
Turn away from your God, turn away from the devil
neither one will be there all the time
Only the water, and the wind in your sails,
and the rigging that you’ve got to climb
CHORUS
Life on the sea is a passionate thing
and it’s all that I ever should know
The ship that you sail is your home and your lover
as far as the two of you go
And I pity the men on the ships of tomorrow
where the wind is a needles demand
I’ll live alone with my maritime memories;
I’ll die in old Ireland
A sailor, always a sailor, always a sailor, always a sailor
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Dulahan Music
Written by Kyle Aughe