Sailor



Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost,
She's been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow,
But now she's off and running, and there's nothing I can do,
'Cos I am just a prisoner here until this war is through,
And I'm singing,

Sailor, can you hear me,
Sailor, hear my call,
Sailor, take me with you,
Sailor, take me home...

Yesterday I saw a seabird wheeling light and low,
Then she sailed off to the west,
Like she was telling me the way to go,
If I had her wings my love I'd be with you tonight,
But my last hope has gone, it's drifting out of sight,
Wait for me,

Oh Sailor, take me to her,
Sailor, take me home...

To feel the wind, to see the sky,
To hear the waves breaking on the shore again,
To be with you, to lie with you,
To hear your voice echo through the hills again,
Oh my darling wait for me, 'cos I will be there,
When it is over, when it is over,
Yes I will return one day,

Sailor, take me to her,
Oh Sailor, take me home,
Sailor, can you hear me,
Sailor, hear my call,
Sailor, Sailor...
"I just had this vision of a guy in the time of the Armada, maybe. It was of him being a prisoner in Spain - somewhere like Cadiz - and of him being held captive in a huge castle overlooking a bay. One night, he looks out and sees his friends leaving on a boat. But he's still in prison. He watches them and says 'Look - take me with you!' He's thinking of his home in Scotland... 'To feel the wind, to see the sky'. It's about a prisoner pleading to be taken away, back to his home."
The Getaway Gazette, September '87
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