Oh, I'm waitin' here at hame (home) And I always feel the same Whenever my good man goes to the whalin' Seven months he'll be awa (away) down among the ice and snow An' (and) there's times my lonely heart is nearly breaking Now it's time the kids were fed And I'll put them into bed And to them a story then I might be telling That their daddy's gone to sea to buy food for them and me And it's many whales we hope he will be catching
If the whaling catch is fine We will have an easy time New clothes and food we ought to have in plenty Oh, but if the blubber's thin on the blue whale, on (an') the fin then for us between the seasons could be scanty So it's waiting that I am And I'm thinking of me man And the pleasure when I know that he's returning But in case ye should forget He has not come home yet And with tears my eyes at times are fairly burning Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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