CHORUS

Long gone are the days of my shining childhood,

Long gone are the dances in halls on the hills

And I miss my family, im sure they mourn me,

Now that my home is on the lonesome sea

The sea is wide and, my home is floatin’

It’s carried on in the arms of the breeze

But you know those arms are not the ones I long for,

A girl whose hair’s red as the autumn trees

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My gums are bleeding and my nails are peeling

All I can eat is salt tack and brine

And I’d sell my soul for my mothers cooking

Fresh baked bread and a glass of wine

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Now in my hunger I’m seeing visions,

Of all the strong men taking my place

They keep your bed warm much better than I could

And they plant kisses on your lonesome face

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