The Fishermans Wife by Empty Hats Lyrics

By the storm-torn shoreline, a woman is standing
The spray strung like jewels in her hair
And the sea tore the rocks near that desolate landing
As though it had known she stood there

And white were the wave-caps and wild was their parting
So fierce is the warring of love
And she prayed to the gods, both of men and of sailors
Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love

And she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
And it's feared she's gone down with all hands

What force leads a man to a life filled with danger
When his heart yearns to dwell in her land
It's when need is his master and poverty's no stranger
That his love now must wait on the sand

And she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
And it's feared she's gone down with all hands
And it's feared she's gone down with all hands