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Artiste:
Gaelic Storm
Titre:
Lover's Wreck
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One hundred days at sea, a wretch away from misery Rummies and rats and tarry jacks, my only family The island of salvation is still a scream away As the lungs of night blow out the light My heart kneels down to pray Lord, why did you take her? She meant so much to me Now, I'm a wretched soul, I'm a privateer, drowning out at sea I'm killing and I'm drinking my blue heart to black But I swear, oh Lord, I'll never sin again if you bring her back (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Well, gypsy was a siren, dripping with desire Her moonless hair, skin so fair, warm as frozen fire She had the loyalty of a cat behind those pale green eyes And through her cherry lips, the devil slipped a thousand lies A clan of rogues and vagabonds occupied her head That thieving band took her pale white hand, stole her from my bed Like a ghost ship in the night, she drifted out once more To land upon the sand of another lover's shore Lord, why did you take her? She meant so much to me Now, I'm a wretched soul, I'm a privateer, drowning out at sea I'm killing and I'm drinking my blue heart to black But I swear, oh Lord, I'll never sin again if you bring her back (Ha, ha, ha, ha) In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullabye And when I wake, there's just the ache that will haunt me til I die When those winds of vanity no longer blow her west I pray they'll guide her home and put my heart to rest The press gang fill the man-o-war to make the black-mouthed cannon roar Now, all my trade is ball and blade and blood forever more And the sting of salt and spray, the ocean's howl and squall (Ha, ha, ha, ha) A stumbling wreck, I roam the deck at the devil's beck and call (Ha, ha, ha, ha) At the devil's beck and call (Ha, ha) Lord, why did you take her? She meant so much to me Now, I'm a wretched soul, I'm a privateer, drowning out at sea I'm killing and I'm drinking my blue heart to black But I swear, oh Lord, I'll never sin again if you bring her back (Ha, ha, ha, ha) I swear, oh Lord, I'll never sin again if you bring her back