Firm his stance upon the deck
Anchored in his thoughts of home
A mothers love a noose about his neck
Came her Divine before his coming home
Sea hides his lies of tears for her there all alone
Aye this son of blood and sea that of emerald green
An Irish son salting his bounty home in a cold Irish Sea
Aye laddy his father would say, here is love, look at her way
A soft lassie in a potato field a corker with real hands a love so real
A lassie indeed with class sent above, smothering of love for both of us
I tell you lad surely heaven is green, a more beautiful thing I’ve never seen
Aye Father she is surely the land, as you and I are waves upon the greenest seas
But blood on the bow from silver fish land cut so proud this Irish Sea man
Could not make it cross sea to land on his mothers last collecting of sand
Never again to feel a pound of pride as the deck slips down his side
A son in love that lived in pride a seedling failing against the tide
Pain of heart so great this sin he splits the bow with his ax fin
Irish Sea gushing in claims his name and chains his heart
Waves clap devotion uncovering the saddest emotion
The father on learning the fate of mother and son
Tis said he took his ax and cut down the sun
Tis is the reason Ireland lye’s in rain
Too much of love was left in pain
