The Sailor Lyrics

Tune up the band and sing in your daze
I've sailed the waters from Dublin to Pompeii
You're one to please, a solitary man
You may have a year or possibly three
So here's to your health man, whatever that may be
Take up your glass, eat, drink, be glad

And you will save yourself from the memories
But you will save your son from the misery

Fit is your cheek and sunken your chest
Your soft as a sponge and you know you need rest
Think of your home with longing and distaste
How long has it been, since you darkened the door?
Your entrails are turning, tears are burning
Facing the day you though may never break

And you will save yourself from the memories
But you will save your son from the misery
And you will save yourself from the memories
But you will save your son from the misery
One if by land and two if by sea
The cost of the journey has never been clearer
Is this where it ends? The taming of your fear

And you will save yourself from the memories
But you will save your son from the misery
And you will save yourself from the memories
But you will save your son from the misery