LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ros Ellsen

Oh my sailor, sailor love
You sailed far away from me

You took your wooden boat, so strong
Launched into the cold, cold sea

Oh my bearded sailor love
I miss the way you looked at me

On the mountainside I wait
Until you come on home to me

Come home, come home
Oh come on home to me

The mountain flowers do bloom, my love
Although you're far at sea

Did you mistake the crests that break
For my mountainside and me?

The salty stings that burn your skin
Are not the tender tears I weep

Nor the chopping of the swell
The rocking arms you know so well

With love, she can't compete

Come home, come home
Oh come on home to me

On the mountainside, my love
I graze my flock gently

The meadow grass, it sways my love
It waves you home to me

Should you tire of the battering storms
When you remember where you belong

I'll be here making sweet berry wine
For a home-coming feast so fine

The meadow grass stands proud and tall
Will you be home before leaves fall?

We miss you, oh my sailor love
You sailed into the sea

She is not me