Faded flags waved in icy wind
When his hand left my own
A cold parade marching to the docks
But I left my boy at home
Please have pity on the sailors
I asked the waves, “Have pity on the sailors”
Sing, old women, sing your songs
Let your voices sail on water
May they find a favorable wind
Oh, sing, old women, sing
Leather hands sewing cotton sails
Oil heating on the stove
He went away, as they all go ‘way
As soon as they are grown
And outside, the ocean is awake
The moon is rising and the ocean is awakе
Sing, old women, sing your songs
Let your voices sail on watеr
May they find a favorable wind
Oh, sing, old women, sing
My son kneels down by his bed at night
Outside the ocean cries
He’ll go away, as they all go ‘way
There is ocean in his eyes
“Please have pity on the sailors”
Kneeling down, he asked for pity on the sailors
I have buried no remains
The graveyard is empty
The ocean has plenty
What do I have left to show?
But an empty bed and a working stove
Sing, old women, sing your songs
Let your voices sail on water
May they find a favorable wind
Oh, sing, old women, sing
Sing, old women, sing
Sing, old women, sing
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Lo & the High Road Lyrics – They all go ‘way