Текст песни Widow Woman - The Fisherman's Friends

Why do you sit widow woman?
Why do you stare out at me?
Is it a secret you keep in your heart buried deep
Of a boy on the bed of the sea?

In Port Quin, there's a clouded glass window
Paint cracked and frame dusty dry
And behind the old lace is a sad-weathered face
Of a woman whose heart has long since died

In her eyes she still sees the grey tempest
Blow fast and furious through the bay
She sees the fleet sinking down to the deep
Made two dozen widows that day

Why do you sit widow woman?
Why do you stare out at me?
It's the secret you keep in your heart buried deep
Of a boy on the bed of the sea?

How cruel a past, to the present
Could God really mean it this way?
For if He were kind, she'd empty her mind
The sorrow she still feels today

She sees her love, deep on the water
Pale faced, unchanged by the years
For the boy she loved drowned lies in Marazion sound
The last widow left drowning in tears

Why do you sit widow woman?
Why do you stare out at me?
Is it a secret you keep in your heart buried deep
Of a boy on the bed of the sea?
Of a boy on the bed of the sea?
Of a boy on the bed of the sea?