And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand, we were catching fire again. Oh boatman, I am the river, I am the mountain and the sea. Oh boatman, taker
: I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came
: The boatman calls from the lake A lone loon dives upon the water I put my hand over her Down in the lime tree arbour The wind in the trees is whispering
: Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24
: People just ain't no good I think that's welll understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain't no good We were married under cherry
: I remember a girl so very well The carnival drums all mad in the air Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell O where do we go now but nowhere
: Just like a bird that sings up the sun In a dawn so very dark Such is my faith for you Such is my faith And all the world's darkness can't swallow
: Last night my kisses were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
: For you dear, I was born For you I was raised up For you I've lived and for you I will die For you I am dying now You were my mad little lover In a
: They're taking me down, my friend And as they uskher me off to my end Will I bid you adieu? Or will I be seeing you soon? If what they say around here
re standing on my foot! But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row But my little boat is empty It don't go And
: With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass She's got a house-big heart where we all live And
: When I get home, I'm gunna clean up my house When I get home, I'm gunna kick out that mouse When I get home, I'm gunna put things in order but right
: Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt Doesn't care if he gets
: I've felt you coming girl, as you drew near I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here Are you my desitiny? Is this how you'll appear? Wrapped in
I scan the ocean, a sail to see Will it come tonight, love, will it come tomorrow Or ever come, love, to comfort me (chorus "the boatman"
If I could choose the life I please Then I would be a boatman On the canals and the rivers free No hasty words are spoken My only law is the river breeze
how often haunting the highest hilltops i scan the ocean i sail tae sea wilt come tonight love wilt come tomorrow wilt ever come love to comfort me?