The Boatman's Call - The Gothard Sisters

The boatman works alone, it’s the only life he’s ever known

A young man in life alone, across the river every day

He ferries settlers o’er the rushing cool, carries merchants through the rapids

cruel

Even royals in their crown and jewel, across the river on his own

Ya — da da da, a young man tall

Ya- da da da, ya da da da da da

Ya- da da da, the boatman’s call

Ya — da da da, ya da da da da da

The young woman lone she goes, gathering flowers where the river flows

She is lovely as the mountain rose, and she needs passage on her way

She needs crossing late in emerald May, sitting golden in the creak and sway

Our young boatman gave his heart that day, across the river going home

Ya — da da da, a young man tall

Ya — da da da, ya da da da da da

Ya — da da da, for this girl did fall

Ya- da da da, ya da da da da da

Their world was set, planned, always they would be

They didn’t fret, no, not like you and me

Their world was small, there, near the river free

Then came this fine, grand, tale of he and she

Ya- da da da, this girl did fall

Ya- da da da, ya da da da da da

Ya — da da da, for the boatman’s call

Ya- da da da, ya da da da da da

And now they are not alone, their lonely life by one has grown

Now they are not alone, they cross the river every day