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[kokopellinelli]

I have a CD called "Celtic Lives." I think.

One of the songs goes like this.


The sea is wild this morning
but the boats are safely in.
They are clinging to the harbor
safe from all the rain and wind.

My love, he sleeps beside me
for he won't go out today.
And I lie there more contented
when there's anger in the bay.

But when my love is on the ocean
where the wild Atlantic blows
he takes a piece of me with him
each time he leaves the shore.

But I am just his woman.
He won't stay home for me,
for my love he has a mistress...

She's the sea.

She teases and she taunts him
with her beauty and her wiles,
and her changing moods and colors,
they bewitch him and beguile.

And I fear one day she'll keep him,
that he'll not return to home.
That her rich alluring depths
will bring him down.

Her living is her bounty
and she moves us with her tides,
conspiring with the moon and wind
to be a boat-man's bride.

She scorns the landlocked ladies
as they wait upon their men
and they scan the red horizon
till the fleet is seen again.

But when my love is on the ocean
where the wild Atlantic blows,
he takes a piece of me with him
each time he leaves the shore.

But I am just his woman,
he won't stay home for me,
for my love he has a mistress...

She's the sea.

Lyrics may not be exact.