We caught the ferry from stanraer to larne
over the great waves out under the stars
to sleep in a cabin and look for the shore
at six in the morning when i was just four.
Mother would lead me and take me in her hand
a comb through the parting while back on dry land
while back on dry land.
We caught the showers that fell on the beach
the sunshine we dreamt of was so out of reach
and up the mountains in coaches would chug
the happy faces that the drivers would love.
And mother was drinking with her friends at the bar
and i’d run around but i wouldn’t go far
no i wouldn’t go far.
And one played the fiddle, one played the harp
the words were a jungle but one day they would spark
this love for my mother in me.
We caught the ocean that flew on the wind
as we sat together and let the day in
she prayed in her silence for all who she knew
this beautiful landscape was all for my view.
And mother would take me to see lamas fair
the gypsies would see me and play with my hair
i heard my fortune told so simply there
but they never knew you wouldn’t be here
no you wouldn’t be here.
And one played the fiddle, one played the harp
the words were a jungle but one day they would spark
this love for my mother in me.
And one played the fiddle, one played the harp
the words were a jungle but one day they would spark
this love for my mother in me
my mother in me, mother in me.
We caught the ferry from larne to stranraer…one played the fiddle…one played the harp.