Lock Keeper - Stan Rogers Song

Tony Randall (http://www.ajayr.org/AJAYR/Music.html) Song/Music (Stan Rogers)

You say, "Well-met again, Lock-Keeper
We're laden even deeper than the time before
Oriental oils and teas brought down from Singapore"
As we wait for my lock to cycle
I say "My wife has given me a son"
"A son" you cry "Is that all that you've done?"

She wears bougainvillaea blossoms
You pluck them from her hair and toss them in the tide
Sweep her in your arms and carry her inside
Her sighs catch on your shoulder
Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser through the tears
And I say to you, "How could you stand to leave her for a year?"

"Then come with me" you say
"To where the Southern Cross rides high upon your shoulder"
"Come with me" you say
"Each day you tend this loch, you're one day older
And your blood runs colder"

But that anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam
And I wouldn't trade your life for an hour at home

Sure I'm stuck here on the seaway
While you compensate for leeway through the Trades
And you shoot the stars to see the miles you've made
And you laugh at hearts you've riven
But which of these has given us more love of life
You, your tropic maids, or me, a wife

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Music

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• Red
• Oktober
• Sheringham
• Norfolk