Song of the Wheelhouse Door

歌詞

Winter's ice clings to cliff To beach, and empty shell The grey wind moans on the bones of the summer And takes a slap at the bell And all the boats are upside down Hauled down on the shore Parson G, Clarissa Lee That used-up, short-rigged whore The Lindy Lou with her sides stove through And her keel all rotten and tore Abd it's many a night when the wind's been right And the weather's been getting poor I tried to sleep, but I can't sleep For the banging of the wheelhouse door So I lie in bed, like a kid, you know Hoping she'll go away But no such luck, goddamn her bones So it's down to the kitchen for me Find the old pipe and get it lit up Bring down the tea from the shelf Ida's been gone since 'sixty-one So I've had to do for myself And as soon as the smoke's curling over the book And the tea's getting ready to pour Then as sure as I stand, I can hear Pete McCann And the banging of the wheelhouse door Pete and me, we were headed home With half a catch below Tryin' to raise the South Head light And, Jesus, did it blow By the time we heard the breakers We were too close in, onto shore With a prayer and a curse, I felt her lurch As the rocks dug in and tore And I got knocked off my feet, I couldn't find Pete I don't recall much more But Lindy Lou, cryin' and dyin' With the ocean roaring through And the last thing I heard, the noise, not a word The banging of the wheelhouse door I woke up four days later In a hospital in St John's In a body cast, 'cause I hurt my back And they told me Pete was gone They never found his body Though they searched ten miles of shore And me, I'm alone and my back's gone And I can't fish no more And Lindy Lou with her sides stove through She was dragged out on shore And there's many a night when the wind's been right And the weather's been getting poor I try to sleep, but I can't sleep For the banging of the wheelhouse door