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I wrote this in 1993. I was miles from home, away at school, and feeling sad. Started crying, and the thought came to me: "Let the salt tears flow". And it got me to thinking of salt, and tears, and how it feels to be separated from those we love. And the result was a very nice song. And it surprised me how much everyone liked it. And some say it sounded like it had been written more like in seventeen or eighteen ninety-three! |
NANTUCKET MAID 1) THE SALT IN THE OCEAN IS BITTER, THE WIND FROM THE OCEAN IS COLD. MY DARLING TRUE LOVE WAS A SAILOR MAN, NOW, I HAVE NO ONE TO HOLD. 2) HE WAS A YOUNG LAD, ONLY TWENTY-AND-ONE, AND I WAS A LASS OF NINETEEN. WHEN HE SET HIS SAIL, TO FOLLOW THE WHALE TO CLOTHE ME IN ROBES LIKE A QUEEN. 3) HE WAS MY FIANCE` AT TWENTY-AND-THREE, AND I WAS BUT TWENTY-AND- ONE HE VOWED HE'D COME BACK, WITH GOLD IN HIS PACK TO BUY ME THE MOON AND THE SUN. 4) HE WAS A YOUNG HUSBAND OF TWENTY-AND-FIVE HIS BRIDE WAS BUT TWENTY-AND-THREE. HE WAS WASHED FROM THE DECK OF THE SLOOP "ROGER BECK" AND HE SANK, IN THE BITTER SALT-SEA.þ 5) THE SALT TEARS I WEEP ARE SO BITTER, AS BITTER AS SALT IN THE BRINE. MY DARLING TRUE LOVE WAS A SAILOR MAN. OH, WHERE IS THAT SAILOR OF MINE? |