Rathlin Rant

The nights speak to me
As I walk them alone
Hoping you’ll return from sea
To a heart that does not roam
I sit here spinning in a lonely room
Hoping you’ll return to me
To drown this gloom
Where are you?
Come back to me
My love...
Seven years and seven days
You have been gone
But still I wander these hills all alone
I go out walking the land by the sea
The ships returning
Return not for me
Where are you?
Come back to me
My love...
Leave off you thoughtless man
With your promises of stone
For a heart well plundered
Is a heart that will roam
For promises of silk and rings of golden fare
I will not bargain this heart
to wear
You have left me
You’re not returning
To me...
I cannot vary the days from the nights
But nay will I tarry
And walk a widow’s plight
I’ll sail tomorrow to lands I have
not known
Leave off this sorrow
With a heart set to roam
I am leaving
You here
When you return from sea
You’ll not find me
No, you’ll not find me

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