The Boatman - Celtic Legend

When the wind hits the ocean and sand draws back from the shore

What was silent devotion now becomes a mighty row

Now row, the waves will not find you

Soft foam, buries you deep

I’ll be forever your dreamer

Hold tight to me!

You are the tide of my ocean, the warm sand under my feet

Lovers drink of the poison and so I lust in defeat

Row, row, the waves will not find you!

Soft snow, buries you deep

I’ll be forever your dreamer

Hold tight to me!

Hold tight!

Hold tight

Hold tight!

Row

Row

Row

Row, row, the waves will not find you

Soft foam, buries you deep

I’ll be forever your dreamer

Hold tight to me!