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Thread #65201   Message #3293520
Posted By: Jim Dixon
20-Jan-12 - 03:02 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: She Waits and Weeps (Vin Garbutt)
Subject: Lyr Add: SHE WAITS AND WEEPS
SHE WAITS AND WEEPS
As sung by Bob Fox on "Borrowed Moments" (2003)

1. Just yesterday while resting from the drilling of the oil,
A landsman on an ocean rig engaged in honest toil,
My thoughts returned to Cleveland far across the angry sea,
And the face of her who waits and waits, waits and weeps for me,
The face of her who waits and waits, waits and weeps for me.

2. I pictured her down by the Gare(?) the children in the dunes.
I thought of our first meeting and I hummed her fav'rite tune.
As the ocean hissed, I reminisced on how things used to be
With her who waits and waits and waits, waits and weeps for me,
With her who waits and waits and waits, waits and weeps for me.

3. We watched the Wilton sunset as the day was nearly spent.
I walked her home, then left alone; I played the thoughtful gent.
Now the keeper of my captive heart herself is far from free,
For at home she waits and waits and waits, waits and weeps for me.
At home she waits, waits and waits, waits and weeps for me.

4. In Westminster the register of those who are employed
Lulls landsmen into thinking there's much work to be enjoyed,
But redundancy or exile was the choice they offered me,
So I braved the gales where ships and whales plough the growling sea.
I braved the gales where ships and whales plough the growling sea.

5. It's such a crime that in this time of great prosperity,
Employment should be blown away from land into the sea.
From the wind of market forces, there's no shelter in the lee,
Just the face of her who waits and waits, waits and weeps for me,
The face of her who waits and waits, waits and weeps for me.

6. Me drillin' days are over now; I'm finished with the oil,
A landsman on an ocean rig far from his native soil.
On the deck of Piper Alpha far from home and amity,
I see the face of her who waits, waits and weeps for me.
I see the face of her who waits, waits and weeps for me.

7. And now my heart's at home in Cleveland and I'm missed out on the sea,
And her who weeps and weeps and weeps, waits no more for me.
Her who weeps and weeps and weeps, waits no more for me.