Harbour of Tears

Latimer/Hoover
I am one of seven brothers.
Five of us must leave and start again.
In this land of Saints and Martyrs,
Tears of sadness hide within the rain.


So fare thee well, Remember me...
Sail from the Harbour of Tearss

I can hear my father calling
'Godspeed, my son,
wherever you may go'
He looked so small
down on the quayside.
A man I guess
I'll never really know. Goodbye, lad... I'll miss you,
though I don't show it.
I am a farmer of the land,
I'm not a man of words.
Forgive me my failing,
you never knew me.
Godspeed wherever you may go...


So fare thee well,
Remember me...
Sail from the Harbour of Tears

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Latimer/Hoover
Watching the bobbins,
go up and down.
Fine Irish linen
for a ladies gown.

One shirt a penny,
seven in a tag;
ten hours a day
and her heart begins to drag.


This never ending cycle goes on.
But she promised she would never stay...
for long.

Rocking the treadle,
ache in her soul.
She keeps the rhythm
and it takes a toll.

Threading the needle,
strains in her eyes.
Old withered fingers
steal her young girl's pride

She's saving every penny she earns,
because the passion for her freedom
still burns.

Latimer/Hoover
Listen now boys,
my grandmother said -
I'll tell you a story and
then off to bed.
There once was a time,
we lived off the land.
Harvest would come,
and we all lent a hand

But winds blew our lives,
and scattered our seeds.
Changing the landscape,
from flowers to weeds.
See in the graveyard
the families gone.
The grandest of tombstones
carry them on...

When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland.

We tended the fire,
and faeries appeased
the flame never died
until we had to leave.
And when we were gone,
the house tumbled down
and covered our footprints,
we'd left on the ground.

When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland.


My eyes are now tired
and no longer see.
But visions of Ireland
linger in me.

So carry your past
in the rooms of your heart
and you'll never he empty
of love when you part

When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland.

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