Tir Na Nog - Mariner Blues lyrics

You would stand with the early sun On the rope that held my boat And the wheeling seagull began to wonder Why I'd missed the tide You sometimes came to brown your arms And you sat upon the stern And you thought how fine the valleys were In between each crest And you might say, yes you might say The mariner is glad. The gull flew down one morning As I was setting out to sea And told me in his language You'd bid your goodbyes to me I climbed up to your house And tapped upon your windows But all I saw within your rooms Were paintings of the sea And warm pullovers on the floor And boots with sandy heels And drawings that you made of me While sailing out to sea And you might say, yes you might say The mariner is sad.