Текст песни Gloucester Harbor Shore - Paula Cole

I'm but a lonely woman
Waiting at the moor
To bring home my fisherman
To Gloucester Harbor Shore

A kiss goodbye
Upon the moor
I wave goodbye to see
I'm praying every moment
That you'll come home to me

The numbers are too few
Too far the men go ferrying
Far not enough do live

Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home

I'm but a lonely woman
Waiting at the moor
To bring home my fisherman
To Gloucester Harbor Shore

The days, they pass
A storm blows in
And not a ship in sight
The icy hand of death, I fear, is on my home tonight

The sea, tonight, a feral force
Wild cyclone eye
Is circling
And swallowing
Our vessels in the night

I've worked the piers
I've raised a daughter
And a little son

How will we manage
Without you?
Without a father's love?

Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home

I'm but a lonely woman
Waiting at the moor
To bring home my fisherman
To Gloucester Harbor Shore