Words and music: Brian Reffin Smith
Thought she’d be a traveller
Though her father was a tailor
And he should have been a sailor
With his dark brown skin
So she waited for the moment
When her living wouldn’t please her
And her father used to tease her:
“Let her sink or swim.”
And she sailed upon the waters of the river and the sea
And all the waters everywhere come running back to me
Thought she’d be a nurse to those
For whom the priest was praying
And I heard her father saying
“She’ll be home again.”
She saw the people living
And she saw some people dying
And they couldn’t stand her crying
“Oh there’s so much pain.”
And she sailed upon the waters of the river and the sea
And all the waters everywhere come running back to me
People say it’s easy just to
Sit and cry and think that those
Who don’t know that they‘re dying
Might as well be dead
But she wasn’t very good at
Just pretending like we do
“She doesn’t want to see you,”
Her father said.
And she sailed upon the waters of the river and the sea
And all the waters everywhere come running back to me
You wouldn’t think to see her
With her fine embroidered flowers
That some nights she’d cry for hours
And I’d hold her hand
If you meet her on some iisland
With her friend, a little older
I’d be happy if you told her
That I understand
And she sailed upon the waters of the river and the sea
And all the waters everywhere come running back to me