Solitary Wives

Grey waves carve the shore

November skies are chasing

Pine trees bending low

Cling their feet in the buckthorn weeds

Seagulls crying out

The wind against their faces

Eyes fixed far away

Silently standing still as stone

Waiting for the fisherman

For the sailor boy

For the long lost son

For my lover's arms to return

For the long lost son

For my lover's arms

Grey waves carve the shore

Like they've done for ages

Rosebush braves the sea

Planted by loving hands long gone

Waiting for the fisherman

For the soldier boy

For the long lost son

For my lover's arms to return

For the long lost son

For my lover's arms