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