Calm be the sea by morning's first light, As birds wings in feathered flight Boldly stride gale an' gentle breeze To earn a crust from hostile seas - from hostile seas
Birds castin' eye to the lass in the surge Weeping a solemn dirge. Her watery eyes doth tell no lies Her sorrow's seen clear from the skies - clear from the skies
Please my love come back to me, Godspeed my love, my dear. I pray you will come back to me Your lonely fisher lass.
Her lovers fate at tempests swirl Thus grieve our fisher girl The gulls they vow the oceans wide to scour Bringing her news in darkest hour - in darkest hour
By noon the stricken ship was found Halted and run aground. On watered rocks that sharp as needles be honed Lay fisher boy by death now be owned - by death now be owned
Her locket so proud around his neck Now loosened by skillful peck Carried to the shore by solemn bill To fisher lass who stands there still - Who stands there still
Come next morn, a single white cloth Cradled in oceans froth. Lovers by the cold dark waves now caressed, All left behind a fisher lass' dress - a fisher lass' dressTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
