SEAGULL CRY

I would tend the flocks and waken in the morning
With the dawning of the day
But time passes slowly as the herd so lowly
Sadder I than they.

CHORUS:
Seagull cry, cry the spirit of the sea.
Seagull cry, cry the spirit of my love for thee.

Fortune never came my way and yet it mattered not
For I was young and free
Yet if I'd had this land I'd ha'e up and ta'en your hand
Though it's now too late for me.

(chorus)

I will sail my boat on courses charted by my own hand
Seeking one that's true.
I will travel lonely for this journey solely
Without thought of you.

Foreign lands come into view and yet I turn the helm
And run for open sea.
Sad she'll be to know that I have found another
Sadder I than she.

(chorus twice)


Transcribed by ear from the LP "At your service" by The McCalmans.