By the storm torn shoreline , a woman is standing,
The spray strung like jewels in her hair, and the sea tore the rocks
Near that desolate landing, as if it had known she stood there.
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For she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man.
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning,
And it's feared she's gone down with all hands.
Oh and white were the wave caps , and wild was their parting.
How fierce is the warring of love, but she prayed to the gods,
Both of men and of sailors, not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love.
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There's a school on the hilltop where the sons of dead fathers
Are led toward tempests and gales, where their God-given wings
Are clipped close to their bodies, and their eyes are bound round with ship's sails.
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What force leads a man to a life filled with danger , high on seas
Or a mile underground? It's when need is his master , and poverty's no stranger,
And there's no other work to be found.
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Arrangement: Amberhawke
Lead Vocal: Linda King
Backup Vocals: Sean Morse
Guitar: Linda King
Bass: Sean Morse