Ships to Sail (Paul O’Brien)

Sometimes when I hold my love

There’s nothing comes between

And when he dons his jacket blue

He’s the finest lad you’ve seen

Then something stirs him deep inside

And pulls his heart form me

For my love he’s a sailor

And sailors love the sea

When we walk by Oban’s shore

Or up to Pulpit hill

He holds me close beside him

Sheltered from the chills

But billowed sails and capstans

They call my love from me

For my love he’s a sailor

And sailors love the sea

Sometimes I pretend

That I’m the only one

And I only have to flash my eyes

And to me he will come

But as long as there are ships to sail

My love shall part from me

For my love he’s a sailor

And sailors love the sea