MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKS [Words - Ron Baxter / Music & Adaptation - Rapunzel (AKA Rachel McCarron)]
In the gale the spray was flying All along the foreshore With her widow's weeds a-weeping A lonely woman I saw. She said as she stared across the bay Aboard The Belovar he went down; Though his body's gone forever I know where he will be found
He flies with Mother Carey's Chicks He flies with them across the foam On the stormy petrel's wings With them his soul is borne
No marble cross, no marking stone, For those lost to the sea - But I know where my lover's gone For the good Lord he decreed That the souls of all drowned fishermen To heaven would not ascend But fly above the rolling tide Til time itself will end
They fly with Mother Carey's Chicks They fly with them across the foam On the stormy petrel's wings With them their souls are borne
So he called on Mother Carey And his orders to her he gave Your daughters will carry All those lost out on the waves For their lives were on the ocean So in death still let them roam Over their own fishing grounds Until I call them home
They fly with Mother Carey's Chicks They fly with them across the foam On the stormy petrel's wings With them their souls are borne
She turned to face the driving spray And the wind streamed through her hair She said though I know you're not coming home I know that you are still there Oh I know that you're not returning And your face I'll never more see But where the stormy petrels fly I know that's where you'll be
You fly with Mother Carey's Chicks You fly with them across the foam On the stormy petrel's wings With them your soul is borne
This is a live take with Rapunzel playing her Daisy Rock electric guitar through the same amp as I'm playing my kaossilator, but we took great care in recording it, as we always do. The CRWTH is integral to the whole thing too, although without Ross's contrapuntal cittern it's a good deal more languid than the version we featured on the We Bring You a King With a Head of Gold - Dark Brittanica 2 CD.