Celtic Legend - The Boatman | Текст песни

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• Celtic Legend
• The Boatman

When the wind hits the ocean and sand draws back from the shore
What was silent devotion now becomes a mighty row

Now row, the waves will not find you
Soft foam, buries you deep
I'll be forever your dreamer
Hold tight to me!

You are the tide of my ocean, the warm sand under my feet
Lovers drink of the poison and so I lust in defeat

Row, row, the waves will not find you!
Soft snow, buries you deep
I'll be forever your dreamer
Hold tight to me!

Hold tight!
Hold tight.
Hold tight!

Row
Row
Row

Row, row, the waves will not find you
Soft foam, buries you deep
I'll be forever your dreamer
Hold tight to me!