The boatman

How often haunting the highest hilltop I scan the ocean, a sail to see Will it come tonight, love, will it come tomorrow Or ever come, love, to comfort me (chorus "the boatman" in gaelic): O...

Well it was yoyo, I suppose, I play like fashion comes and goes. I can't set my mind on you. And yes I lied about those lovers, That they were just some kind of cover For the nights we used to share....

Lover, won't you stay with me Until the boatman comes for me And kindly carries me across the sea? May our legends live to tell How we burnt down heaven and conquered hell. But you and i should live...