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