The Sea Is The Shy Lover Of The Shore

Irish lock in time you forgot

to make for the ocean

to make yourself for the sea

A long boat's awaiting

Like the movement of the leaves

Waiting surely and softly

I lay restless here upon the sea.

Thistledown on the wind

You watch the night with calm

Waiting on the breeze to fall

Drop you in my arms

Aye, wear that green dress you adore

Carry my sweet timbre

To my home upon the shore

When I wake in the morning

Your smile I will see

Dash the air from my lungs

Those long weeks on the sea

Simply stated, I'm elated to be

No longer heart-ached and longing

Here I am right next to the sea.

Thistledown on the wind

You watch the night with calm

Waiting on the breeze to fall

Drop you in my arms

From the deck upon

Yet no red hair nor blue eyes

No dancin' save the sea.

O' on the treacherous sea

The boat's swaying slightly

Down from the depths

To the gun-wells and me

Waiting surely and softly

The movement of the crying wind

The sting-spray of the sea.

Thistledown on the wind

You watch the night with calm

Waiting on the breeze to fall

Drop you in my arms

I try to sleep and to finally be

Right here with you,

Yet I awake in the morn' to the sea.