RAYMOND*

There's a port on an Irish bay

And it serves a hundred ships a day;

Lonely sailors pass the time away

And talk about their homes.

There's a lad in this harbor town

And he works laying whiskey down,

They say 'Raymond, bring another round',

He serves them whiskey and wine.

CHORUS:

The sailors say "Raymond, you're a fine lad!

What a lover you would be;

Why your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea!"

Raymond wears a braided chain

Made of finest silver from the North of Spain,

And a locket that bears the name

Of the man that Raymond loves.

He came on a summer's day

Bringing gifts from far away,

But he made it clear he couldn't stay,

No harbor was his home.

CHORUS:

The sailor said "Raymond, you're a fine lad!

What a lover you would be;

But my life..my love..my lady...

Is the sea!"

Yes! Raymond used to watch his eyes

As he told his sailor stories;

He could see the ocean foaming

He saw its raging glory;

But he had always told the truth,

Lord he was an honest man.

And Raymond tries his best to understand.

At night, when the bars close down

Raymond walks through a silent town,

And loves a man who's not around;

He still can hear him say:

CHORUS:

He hears him say: "Raymond, you're a fine lad!

What a lover you would be;

But my life...my love...my lady.....

Is the sea!"

*TUNE: BRANDY

Inspiration: Bodie/Doyle

Date Finished: 8606.09

Grabbed on 10:35, Sat, Apr 17, 2004

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