Ships to Sail (Paul OíBrien)

 

Sometimes when I hold my love

Thereís nothing comes between

And when he dons his jacket blue

Heís the finest lad youíve seen

Then something stirs him deep inside

And pulls his heart form me

For my love heís a sailor

And sailors love the sea

 

When we walk by Obanís shore

Or up to Pulpit hill

He holds me close beside him

Sheltered from the chills

But billowed sails and capstans

They call my love from me

For my love heís a sailor

And sailors love the sea

 

Sometimes I pretend

That Iím the only one

And I only have to flash my eyes

And to me he will come

But as long as there are ships to sail

My love shall part from me

For my love heís a sailor

And sailors love the sea