She sits alone with her ancient thoughts
she's sat till she's covered in grime
she never moves from her rocking chair
she just wiles away the time.
What does go on inside her head?
what does she really think?
the pain has made her look so sad
with eyes that rarely blink.
Her hands are hard and calloused
the cracks are etched so deep
you sense she feels some fearful hurt
but never does she weep.
Some say she's sat for thirty years
They say she loved a sailor
It's also said all hands were lost
The prey to a ghostly whaler.
That ship set sail from Mulgrave Port
With fifteen men on board
The seas were rough and wind was hard
but fin whales beckoned Nor'ard.
A listing ship in thick fog banks
the crew fell to watery graves
they now haunt the eastern seaboard
or rest beneath those stormy waves.
So the old crone will sit there forever
she knows that her man won't return
she'll sit there and rock while she's waiting
to join him when Death calls her turn.
©Joe Wilson - Lost ships...2014 (originally 1992)
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
She sits alone with her ancient thoughts
she's sat till she's covered in grime
she never moves from her rocking chair
she just wiles away the time.
What does go on inside her head?
what does she really think?
the pain has made her look so sad
with eyes that rarely blink.
Her hands are hard and calloused
the cracks are etched so deep
you sense she feels some fearful hurt
but never does she weep.
Some say she's sat for thirty years
They say she loved a sailor
It's also said all hands were lost
The prey to a ghostly whaler.
That ship set sail from Mulgrave Port
With fifteen men on board
The seas were rough and wind was hard
but fin whales beckoned Nor'ard.
A listing ship in thick fog banks
the crew fell to watery graves
they now haunt the eastern seaboard
or rest beneath those stormy waves.
So the old crone will sit there forever
she knows that her man won't return
she'll sit there and rock while she's waiting
to join him when Death calls her turn.
©Joe Wilson - Lost ships...2014 (originally 1992)
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