Pretty Girls Make Graves

Pretty Girls Make Graves - Selling The Wind lyrics

We have so far sailed maelstroms

Through the tempest light

This man-o-war

Spills forth with silks, spices & wines

Not limerick's dungeons,

18 months could kill my fervor for sea hunt

All herring lassies, gutter girls

They know what coloured clews unfurl

These threads are full,

Full of wind and tied in knots

Miss Forsythe's love

Was lost but never was forgot

Till olden age

Sabre held fast to the sky

Sea cauldron's rage

The cailleach tramps her cloak tonight

For seven days

Braved howling winds, eddies, and rains

Hey say no bolder heart remains

Oh halcyon

Of green Clew Bay

I buy these winds

To venge my children and their ghosts

I stole their ships

And every cast from their coasts

Need no advice

Nor approval from the queen

I live my life

Forever hellcat of the sea

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