Tarvetus - I'll Carry You Across the Sea

Описание: A young Irishman going across the sea to America. A Latin waltz song from the album 'Ireland goes Latino'.
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Lyrics:

I step out from the pub door, the fire still on me coat,
Your faces in the lantern light, every word I never wrote.
Mam is smilin’ brave and thin, Da’s hand is on me shoulder,
The night feels twice as heavy now I’m one step closer older.

Me brothers try to joke it off, me sisters hold on tight,
Me old friends swear I’ll be back before the end of summer light.
But the ache sits low and quiet where the strongest vows reside,
For a heart can cross an ocean, but it doesn’t leave behind.

So I’ll carry you across the sea, in every breath I take,
In the songs I hum at night, in the choices that I make.
Though the tide pulls hard and far from home, wherever I may be—
I’m not leavin’ Ireland…
I’m just takin’ her with me.

The pier waits cold and patient, hear the ropes and gulls complain,
A black hull breathin’ quietly like a restless iron train.
An hour till she sails away to work and promised gold,
An hour left to learn again how young men learn to hold.

I look back once, I look back twice, I’ll not look back again,
For if I do I’ll never move, I’ll only break in two.
So I press your hands into me chest, let every tear be free,
And say what’s hardest, soft and slow—“Please wait for me.”

So I’ll carry you across the sea, in every breath I take,
In the songs I hum at night, in the choices that I make.
Though the tide pulls hard and far from home, wherever I may be—
I’m not leavin’ Ireland…
I’m just takin’ her with me.

One day I’ll walk these streets again, a little worn, a little wise,
With salt still in me boots and stories in me eyes.
We’ll drink to all the nights we lost, and all the dawns we won,
And laugh about the distance when the long road’s finally done.

So I’ll carry you across the sea, till the day I cross it back,
With the years folded gentle in me weathered travel sack.
If love is wind, then love will steer wherever I may be—
I’m not leavin’ Ireland…
I’m just goin’ out to sea.