Tribute to fishermen's wives who
live a life of waiting and watching.
Waiting, my mind feels drenched in delay.
Night slid so wet down dark windowpanes.
Grey dawn embraces more gales today.
Waiting, my mind feels drenched in delay.
Shrouds of bad seastorm hold hopes at bay.
Looked for return knows distance outpaces.
Waiting, my mind feels drenched with delay.
Night slid so wet down dark windowpanes.
wow, this fills the heart with tears...so dark and dreary and sad.....