'The Widow's Son'
Written By Ruairidh Anderson
'Twas April's lips that I kissed, carried the morning in hopeful hands,
Tides that stole might now give, return my joy onto grateful sands.
Days lost to withering moons, mind lost to dreams of a homeward fleet,
Sails dancing true to the tune, the echoed hope of a mother's heartbeat.
I watch the colours of springtime grow with each day,
Just to turn, fade away to their fate.
My eyes are heavy and laden, glazed without wine,
But keep watch for a sailor once mine.
Orion slopes to the west, carried on waves of an angry sea,
Sings of a day that is dead and will never come back to me.
I watch the colours of springtime grow with each day,
Just to turn, fade away to their fate.
My eyes are heavy and laden, glazed without wine,
But keep watch for a sailor once mine,
But keep watch for a sailor once mine.
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