Raga - Joan Osborne

When he came home from the ocean

I would lay him down

One by one uncurl his fingers

Calloused, cold and brown

I would take his day inside me

Sparks of violent clanging steel

Shouts of workmen in the shipyard

Watch the seabirds reel

Salt of sea and salt of body

Grease upon his head

Rocking of the ships at anchor

There inside the bed

When he came home from the ocean

Tired and dirty, half undressed

I would take his day inside me

That was when I loved him best

When he came home from the ocean

Tired and dirty, half undressed

I would take his day inside me

That was when I loved him best