Lines on My Skin (Paul OíBrien)

 

As a lad I walked the cobbled quay

On my evenings journey home

And stirring in my blood

Was this longing for to roam

Iíd listen to the old men

And their tales of cities far

And I dreamt about the tall ships

The canvas and the tar

 

As soon as I was old enough

I signed as cabin boy

On a schooner bound for somewhere

My heart fair leapt for joy

I longed to see the ocean wide

But little did I know

Iíd spend my time at sea

In the galley down below

 

What these sails

Have done to me

From the first day

I went to sea

In the lines on my skin

You can see

What these sails

Have done to me

 

I canít remember all the girls

Or even every port of call

But I know they werenít all pretty

Of if they were girls at all

Like the ones on Bogey Street

Hungry for your pay

Two dollars for a rum and coke

Ten dollars for a lay

 

What these sails

Have done to me

From the first day

I went to sea

In the lines on my skin

You can see

What these sails

Have done to me

 

 

I love to tell my tales

When Iíve had a drink or two

I ramble on about my ships

And show you my tattoos

Thereís and anchor on my shoulder

That I got in Singapore

And an arrow through a heart

But youíve seen that one before

 

What these sails

Have done to me

From the first day

I went to sea

In the lines on my skin

You can see

What these sails

Have done to me