WATER FRONTSTREETSWATER FRONTSTREETSThe spring is not so beautiful there,—But dream ships sail awayTo where the spring is wondrous rareAnd life is gay.The spring is not so beautiful there,—But lads put out to seaWho carry beauties in their heartsAnd dreams, like me.A FAREWELLWith gypsies and sailors,Wanderers of the hills and seas,I go to seek my fortune.With pious folk and fairI must have a parting.But you will not miss me,—You who live between the hillsAnd have never seen the seas.LONG TRIPThe sea is a wilderness of waves,A desert of water.We dip and dive,Rise and roll,Hide and are hiddenOn the sea.Day, night,Night, day,The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.PORT TOWNHello, sailor boy,In from the sea!Hello, sailor,Come with me!Come on drink cognac.Rather have wine?Come here, I love you.Come and be mine.Lights, sailor boy,Warm, white lights.Solid land, kid.Wild, white nights.Come on, sailor,Out o’ the sea.Let’s go, sweetie!Come with me.SEA CALMHow still,How strangely stillThe water is today.It is not goodFor waterTo be so still that way.CARIBBEAN SUNSETGod having a hemorrhage,Blood coughed across the sky,Staining the dark sea red,That is sunset in the Caribbean.YOUNG SAILORHe carriesHis own strengthAnd his own laughter,His own todayAnd his own hereafter,—This strong young sailorOf the wide seas.What is money for?To spend, he says.And wine?To drink.And women?To love.And today?For joy.And tomorrow?For joy.And the green seaFor strength,And the brown landFor laughter.And nothing hereafter.SEASCAPEOff the coast of IrelandAs our ship passed byWe saw a line of fishing shipsEtched against the sky.Off the coast of EnglandAs we rode the foamWe saw an Indian merchantmanComing home.NATCHANatcha, offering love.For ten shillings offering love.Offering: A night with me, honey.A long, sweet night with me.Come, drink palm wine.Come, drink kisses.A long, dream night with me.SEA CHARMSea charmThe sea’s own childrenDo not understand.They knowBut that the sea is strongLike God’s hand.They knowBut that sea wind is sweetLike God’s breath,And that the sea holdsA wide, deep death.DEATH OF AN OLD SEAMANWe buried him high on a windy hill,But his soul went out to sea.I know, for I heard, when all was still,His sea-soul say to me:Put no tombstone at my head,For here I do not make my bed.Strew no flowers on my grave,I’ve gone back to the wind and wave.Do not, do not weep for me,For I am happy with my sea.
WATER FRONTSTREETS
WATER FRONTSTREETSThe spring is not so beautiful there,—But dream ships sail awayTo where the spring is wondrous rareAnd life is gay.The spring is not so beautiful there,—But lads put out to seaWho carry beauties in their heartsAnd dreams, like me.
The spring is not so beautiful there,—But dream ships sail awayTo where the spring is wondrous rareAnd life is gay.The spring is not so beautiful there,—But lads put out to seaWho carry beauties in their heartsAnd dreams, like me.
The spring is not so beautiful there,—But dream ships sail awayTo where the spring is wondrous rareAnd life is gay.The spring is not so beautiful there,—But lads put out to seaWho carry beauties in their heartsAnd dreams, like me.
The spring is not so beautiful there,—But dream ships sail awayTo where the spring is wondrous rareAnd life is gay.
The spring is not so beautiful there,—
But dream ships sail away
To where the spring is wondrous rare
And life is gay.
The spring is not so beautiful there,—But lads put out to seaWho carry beauties in their heartsAnd dreams, like me.
The spring is not so beautiful there,—
But lads put out to sea
Who carry beauties in their hearts
And dreams, like me.
A FAREWELLWith gypsies and sailors,Wanderers of the hills and seas,I go to seek my fortune.With pious folk and fairI must have a parting.But you will not miss me,—You who live between the hillsAnd have never seen the seas.
With gypsies and sailors,Wanderers of the hills and seas,I go to seek my fortune.With pious folk and fairI must have a parting.But you will not miss me,—You who live between the hillsAnd have never seen the seas.
With gypsies and sailors,Wanderers of the hills and seas,I go to seek my fortune.With pious folk and fairI must have a parting.But you will not miss me,—You who live between the hillsAnd have never seen the seas.
With gypsies and sailors,Wanderers of the hills and seas,I go to seek my fortune.With pious folk and fairI must have a parting.But you will not miss me,—You who live between the hillsAnd have never seen the seas.
With gypsies and sailors,
Wanderers of the hills and seas,
I go to seek my fortune.
With pious folk and fair
I must have a parting.
But you will not miss me,—
You who live between the hills
And have never seen the seas.
LONG TRIPThe sea is a wilderness of waves,A desert of water.We dip and dive,Rise and roll,Hide and are hiddenOn the sea.Day, night,Night, day,The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.
The sea is a wilderness of waves,A desert of water.We dip and dive,Rise and roll,Hide and are hiddenOn the sea.Day, night,Night, day,The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.
The sea is a wilderness of waves,A desert of water.We dip and dive,Rise and roll,Hide and are hiddenOn the sea.Day, night,Night, day,The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.
The sea is a wilderness of waves,A desert of water.We dip and dive,Rise and roll,Hide and are hiddenOn the sea.Day, night,Night, day,The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.
The sea is a wilderness of waves,
A desert of water.
We dip and dive,
Rise and roll,
Hide and are hidden
On the sea.
Day, night,
Night, day,
The sea is a desert of waves,
A wilderness of water.
PORT TOWNHello, sailor boy,In from the sea!Hello, sailor,Come with me!Come on drink cognac.Rather have wine?Come here, I love you.Come and be mine.Lights, sailor boy,Warm, white lights.Solid land, kid.Wild, white nights.Come on, sailor,Out o’ the sea.Let’s go, sweetie!Come with me.
Hello, sailor boy,In from the sea!Hello, sailor,Come with me!Come on drink cognac.Rather have wine?Come here, I love you.Come and be mine.Lights, sailor boy,Warm, white lights.Solid land, kid.Wild, white nights.Come on, sailor,Out o’ the sea.Let’s go, sweetie!Come with me.
Hello, sailor boy,In from the sea!Hello, sailor,Come with me!Come on drink cognac.Rather have wine?Come here, I love you.Come and be mine.Lights, sailor boy,Warm, white lights.Solid land, kid.Wild, white nights.Come on, sailor,Out o’ the sea.Let’s go, sweetie!Come with me.
Hello, sailor boy,In from the sea!Hello, sailor,Come with me!
Hello, sailor boy,
In from the sea!
Hello, sailor,
Come with me!
Come on drink cognac.Rather have wine?Come here, I love you.Come and be mine.
Come on drink cognac.
Rather have wine?
Come here, I love you.
Come and be mine.
Lights, sailor boy,Warm, white lights.Solid land, kid.Wild, white nights.
Lights, sailor boy,
Warm, white lights.
Solid land, kid.
Wild, white nights.
Come on, sailor,Out o’ the sea.Let’s go, sweetie!Come with me.
Come on, sailor,
Out o’ the sea.
Let’s go, sweetie!
Come with me.
SEA CALMHow still,How strangely stillThe water is today.It is not goodFor waterTo be so still that way.
How still,How strangely stillThe water is today.It is not goodFor waterTo be so still that way.
How still,How strangely stillThe water is today.It is not goodFor waterTo be so still that way.
How still,How strangely stillThe water is today.It is not goodFor waterTo be so still that way.
How still,
How strangely still
The water is today.
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.
CARIBBEAN SUNSETGod having a hemorrhage,Blood coughed across the sky,Staining the dark sea red,That is sunset in the Caribbean.
God having a hemorrhage,Blood coughed across the sky,Staining the dark sea red,That is sunset in the Caribbean.
God having a hemorrhage,Blood coughed across the sky,Staining the dark sea red,That is sunset in the Caribbean.
God having a hemorrhage,Blood coughed across the sky,Staining the dark sea red,That is sunset in the Caribbean.
God having a hemorrhage,
Blood coughed across the sky,
Staining the dark sea red,
That is sunset in the Caribbean.
YOUNG SAILORHe carriesHis own strengthAnd his own laughter,His own todayAnd his own hereafter,—This strong young sailorOf the wide seas.What is money for?To spend, he says.And wine?To drink.And women?To love.And today?For joy.And tomorrow?For joy.And the green seaFor strength,And the brown landFor laughter.And nothing hereafter.
He carriesHis own strengthAnd his own laughter,His own todayAnd his own hereafter,—This strong young sailorOf the wide seas.What is money for?To spend, he says.And wine?To drink.And women?To love.And today?For joy.And tomorrow?For joy.And the green seaFor strength,And the brown landFor laughter.And nothing hereafter.
He carriesHis own strengthAnd his own laughter,His own todayAnd his own hereafter,—This strong young sailorOf the wide seas.What is money for?To spend, he says.And wine?To drink.And women?To love.And today?For joy.And tomorrow?For joy.And the green seaFor strength,And the brown landFor laughter.And nothing hereafter.
He carriesHis own strengthAnd his own laughter,His own todayAnd his own hereafter,—This strong young sailorOf the wide seas.
He carries
His own strength
And his own laughter,
His own today
And his own hereafter,—
This strong young sailor
Of the wide seas.
What is money for?To spend, he says.And wine?To drink.And women?To love.And today?For joy.And tomorrow?For joy.And the green seaFor strength,And the brown landFor laughter.And nothing hereafter.
What is money for?
To spend, he says.
And wine?
To drink.
And women?
To love.
And today?
For joy.
And tomorrow?
For joy.
And the green sea
For strength,
And the brown land
For laughter.
And nothing hereafter.
SEASCAPEOff the coast of IrelandAs our ship passed byWe saw a line of fishing shipsEtched against the sky.Off the coast of EnglandAs we rode the foamWe saw an Indian merchantmanComing home.
Off the coast of IrelandAs our ship passed byWe saw a line of fishing shipsEtched against the sky.Off the coast of EnglandAs we rode the foamWe saw an Indian merchantmanComing home.
Off the coast of IrelandAs our ship passed byWe saw a line of fishing shipsEtched against the sky.Off the coast of EnglandAs we rode the foamWe saw an Indian merchantmanComing home.
Off the coast of IrelandAs our ship passed byWe saw a line of fishing shipsEtched against the sky.
Off the coast of Ireland
As our ship passed by
We saw a line of fishing ships
Etched against the sky.
Off the coast of EnglandAs we rode the foamWe saw an Indian merchantmanComing home.
Off the coast of England
As we rode the foam
We saw an Indian merchantman
Coming home.
NATCHANatcha, offering love.For ten shillings offering love.Offering: A night with me, honey.A long, sweet night with me.Come, drink palm wine.Come, drink kisses.A long, dream night with me.
Natcha, offering love.For ten shillings offering love.Offering: A night with me, honey.A long, sweet night with me.Come, drink palm wine.Come, drink kisses.A long, dream night with me.
Natcha, offering love.For ten shillings offering love.Offering: A night with me, honey.A long, sweet night with me.Come, drink palm wine.Come, drink kisses.A long, dream night with me.
Natcha, offering love.For ten shillings offering love.Offering: A night with me, honey.A long, sweet night with me.Come, drink palm wine.Come, drink kisses.A long, dream night with me.
Natcha, offering love.
For ten shillings offering love.
Offering: A night with me, honey.
A long, sweet night with me.
Come, drink palm wine.
Come, drink kisses.
A long, dream night with me.
SEA CHARMSea charmThe sea’s own childrenDo not understand.They knowBut that the sea is strongLike God’s hand.They knowBut that sea wind is sweetLike God’s breath,And that the sea holdsA wide, deep death.
Sea charmThe sea’s own childrenDo not understand.They knowBut that the sea is strongLike God’s hand.They knowBut that sea wind is sweetLike God’s breath,And that the sea holdsA wide, deep death.
Sea charmThe sea’s own childrenDo not understand.They knowBut that the sea is strongLike God’s hand.They knowBut that sea wind is sweetLike God’s breath,And that the sea holdsA wide, deep death.
Sea charmThe sea’s own childrenDo not understand.They knowBut that the sea is strongLike God’s hand.They knowBut that sea wind is sweetLike God’s breath,And that the sea holdsA wide, deep death.
Sea charm
The sea’s own children
Do not understand.
They know
But that the sea is strong
Like God’s hand.
They know
But that sea wind is sweet
Like God’s breath,
And that the sea holds
A wide, deep death.
DEATH OF AN OLD SEAMANWe buried him high on a windy hill,But his soul went out to sea.I know, for I heard, when all was still,His sea-soul say to me:Put no tombstone at my head,For here I do not make my bed.Strew no flowers on my grave,I’ve gone back to the wind and wave.Do not, do not weep for me,For I am happy with my sea.
We buried him high on a windy hill,But his soul went out to sea.I know, for I heard, when all was still,His sea-soul say to me:Put no tombstone at my head,For here I do not make my bed.Strew no flowers on my grave,I’ve gone back to the wind and wave.Do not, do not weep for me,For I am happy with my sea.
We buried him high on a windy hill,But his soul went out to sea.I know, for I heard, when all was still,His sea-soul say to me:Put no tombstone at my head,For here I do not make my bed.Strew no flowers on my grave,I’ve gone back to the wind and wave.Do not, do not weep for me,For I am happy with my sea.
We buried him high on a windy hill,But his soul went out to sea.I know, for I heard, when all was still,His sea-soul say to me:
We buried him high on a windy hill,
But his soul went out to sea.
I know, for I heard, when all was still,
His sea-soul say to me:
Put no tombstone at my head,For here I do not make my bed.Strew no flowers on my grave,I’ve gone back to the wind and wave.Do not, do not weep for me,For I am happy with my sea.
Put no tombstone at my head,
For here I do not make my bed.
Strew no flowers on my grave,
I’ve gone back to the wind and wave.
Do not, do not weep for me,
For I am happy with my sea.