Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Selling The Wind , by - Pretty Girls Make Graves. Song from the album Élan Vital, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 03.04.2006
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
Selling The Wind |
| We have so far sailed maelstroms |
| Through the tempest light |
| This man-o-war |
| Spills forth with silks, spices &wines |
| Not limerick’s dungeons, |
| 18 months could kill my fervor for sea hunt |
| All herring lassies, gutter girls |
| They know what coloured clews unfurl |
| These threads are full, |
| Full of wind and tied in knots |
| Miss Forsythe’s love |
| Was lost but never was forgot |
| Till olden age |
| Sabre held fast to the sky |
| Sea cauldron’s rage |
| The cailleach tr&s her cloak tonight |
| For seven days |
| Braved howling winds, eddies, and rains |
| Hey say no bolder heart remains |
| Oh halcyon |
| Of green Clew Bay |
| I buy these winds |
| To venge my children and their ghosts |
| I stole their ships |
| And every cast from their coasts |
| Need no advice |
| Nor approval from the queen |
| I live my life |
| Forever hellcat of the sea |