Fisherman's Daughter

(album: Acadie - 1989)

I laid awake a whole night long
Waiting for the sun
To beat down on my head
In this broken bed

I laid awake and dreamt of ships
Passing through night
Searching for shelter
Stopping at no harbour

I heard the screaming waters call
Sixty sailors' names
Raging words pounding on the sail
Like an angry whale

I felt the iron rudder skip
The smell of seeping oil
The heat of slipping rope
Failing hands, failing hope

Every sailor asks
Asks the question about the cargo he is carrying

God's anger broke through the clouds
And he spilt the cargo for all to see
The fault of the sailor, the fault of he
Who asks no questions about the cargo he is carrying

Fishes and tales
And a fisherman's daughter
Walks in the rain
She walks to the water
To the sea