Home Bar Gifts
I Love a Man Who Is Not around, What should I do?
I work in a port on a western bay, it also intended for hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass the time away and talk Their about homes. I work, Laying down whiskey, whiskey and wine serving. The sailors say That I am a fine girl, and would be a good wife, And That My Eyes Could steal a sailor from the sea. But I am in love already. One summer day, I Have met a man in the bar I work, I Came Bringing gifts, from far away, But I made it clear, I Could Stay – Was not historical harbor home. I Used to watch His Eyes When He Told His sailor's story, I Could feel the ocean fall and rise and saw it's raging glory, But I HAD Always Told the Truth, Lord I Was an honest man, and I do my best to understand. So, I went away, and left me a braided chain Made of finest silver from the north of Spain, and a locket, That bears His name. His love is the sea, I Told Me. Yet I can not forget him and all the Other Men feel nothing Comparing with him. What should I do?
Unfortunately, your historical home harbor can not be any more Than Another can. There's really But little you can do a silent walk through town at night After the bars close down. Good luck, Brandy.
The Irish Gift House: ShamcusTV Episode 001 (August 2009)