Seperated©2019TonyFallon0802
When she sits on the rocky coast I bet she thinks of me
When she sees the boats come home from the angry sea
She looks out over the ocean when saving the oats and hay
She claims she prays for my safe return every single day
From early school days that we’d be together that was elementary
Everybody knew in the parish we’d be wed in the new century
We walked with neighbors to school through many a flooded farm
Everybody knew they’d answer to me if they wished her any harm
To secondary we rode together both with a second hand bike
And cycled to a nearby lake on Sundays to fish for perch and pike
For me to make a bit of money in America was our master plan
She swore on her Sunday Missal she’d never look at another man
We both knew it would be hard to be fishing without a decent trawler
So the answer was construction in New York to make a decent dollar
Along with the construction I work most weekends as a bartender
I know she’ll take good care of all the extra money I send her
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