| Consider me a widow, boys
|
| And I will tell you why
|
| It’s not the man
|
| But it’s the marriage that was drowned
|
| So I walk the walk
|
| And wait with watchful eye up to the sky
|
| Looking for a kind of vessel
|
| I have never found
|
| Though I saw it splinter
|
| I keep looking out to sea
|
| Like a dog with little sense
|
| I keep returning
|
| To the very area
|
| Where I did see the thing go down
|
| As if there’s something at the site
|
| I should be learning
|
| That line is the horizon
|
| We watch the wind and set the sail
|
| But save ourselves when all omens
|
| Point to fail
|
| And if I tell the truth
|
| Then I would have to tell you this
|
| Though I grieve and I believe
|
| I feel it truly
|
| But I knew the ship was empty
|
| By the time it hit the rocks
|
| 'Cause we could not hold on
|
| When fate became unruly
|
| So consider me a widow, boys
|
| And I have told you why
|
| Does the weather say
|
| A better day is nearing?
|
| And I’ll set my house in order now
|
| And wait upon the will
|
| 'Cause it’s clear that I need
|
| Better skill in steering
|
| That line is the horizon
|
| We watch the wind and set the sail
|
| But save ourselves when all omens
|
| Point to fail
|
| That line is the horizon
|
| We watch the wind and set the sail
|
| But save ourselves when all omens
|
| Point to fail
|
| Point to fail
|
| Point to fail |