Song Lyrics
wrap your body round my soul
Cause we ll be in sight of land soon, my ships leaving on a three-year tour, there are years behind us reaching
There are years behind us reaching, to the place where hearts are beating
little robin-marie
Little robin-marie, the next tide will take us from shore
And i know you re the last true love i ll ever meet, fly your willow branches, we found no whales in the sea
Starbuck s sharpening his harpoon, on a search for the mighty sperm whale
lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching, to the place where hearts are beating, lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
there are years behind us reaching
There are years behind us reaching, don t try following me don t cry, he ll be drunk again before noon
The black man is playing his tune, cause we ll be in sight of land soon
Cause you know i m coming home soon, and i know you re the last true love i ll ever meet, cause we ll be in sight of land soon
Gather in sail and spray, cause you know i m coming home soon (To, little robin-marie
There are years behind us reaching, wrap your body round my soul
An old salt s sleeping his watch away, and i know you re the last true love i ll ever meet (To, there are years behind us reaching
little robin-marie
three years sailing on bended knee
Cause you know i m coming home soon, little robin-marie Owen, cause we ll be in sight of land soon
fly your willow branches
There are years behind us reaching, fly your willow branches Owen, don t try following me don t cry
My ships leaving on a three-year tour, he ll be drunk again before noon, gather in sail and spray
My ships leaving on a three-year tour, the next tide will take us from shore