Salt and Rowan // Sea Shanty (w. Lyrics in description)

Описание: Lyrics by P. Skovgaard
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Verse 1
Oh the tide rolled black ‘neath a crooked moon,
And the gulls cried low and strange,
We were twelve men strong when we left that shore,
But the sea had other plans to change.
There’s a light on the cliffs where no hearth burns,
And a song in the mist so thin
They say it’s only the wind through stone…
But we know what walks within.

Pre-Chorus
Who keeps the flame where the dead ships lie?
The witch of the western foam.
Who knows your name ‘fore you say goodbye?
The one who calls the tide her own.

Chorus
Salt and rowan, bone and brine,
Mark your brow with a warning sign
If you hear her voice in the rolling grey,
Best turn your prow the other way.
For she’ll kiss your luck and drink your breath,
Trade your compass true for death
Salt and rowan, lash it tight,
Pray she spares your soul tonight.

Verse 2
They say she was born where the breakers scream,
With seaweed in her hair,
Fed on storm and sailors’ dreams,
And the wreck of whispered prayer.
No priest could bind her wandering feet,
No chain could hold her fast
For she carved her runes in driftwood bones
And swore no vow would last.

Pre-Chorus
Who walks the reef when the fog rolls in?
She walks where the drowned men sleep.
Who laughs when the hull grows thin?
The keeper the sea will keep.

Chorus
Salt and rowan, bone and brine,
Mark your brow with a warning sign
If you hear her voice in the rolling grey,
Best turn your prow the other way.
For she’ll kiss your luck and drink your breath,
Trade your compass true for death
Salt and rowan, lash it tight,
Pray she spares your soul tonight.

Bridge
But some men swear by lantern light,
She’s not all curse and cry
That she only takes the cruel and false,
And lets the faithful by.
They say if your heart is clean and wild,
And you face her without fear,
She’ll turn her back on your fragile mast…
And guard the ones you hold dear.

Chorus
Salt and rowan, bone and brine,
Draw her circle in a line
If you feel her hand in the rising gale,
Sing your truth and do not fail.
For she’ll test your oath and weigh your breath,
Dance you close to the edge of death
Salt and rowan, bone and brine,
Mark your brow with a warning sign
If you hear her voice in the rolling grey,
Best turn your prow the other way.
For she’ll kiss your luck and drink your breath,
Trade your compass true for death
Salt and rowan, lash it tight,
Pray she spares your soul tonight.

There’s a light on the cliffs where no hearth burns…
And a woman who waits in the foam.