Mother In Me

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.