Brendan Nolan, Dublin man living and working in Florida, wrote a beauty.

THE WIDOW'S WALK
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^AmShe stood by the window, as the ^Gwaves crashed the ^Emshore,

To watch him come home, as he ^Amhad times be^Emfore.

CHORUS:
Oh, ^Amcarry him ^Ghome to me,
^CBreak the sea ^Gdown for him,
^AmCarry my ^Glove home to ^Fme. ^G

It's ^Amlate in the year, and the ^Gstorm winds a^Emwaken,

To the hardiest of sailors, the ^Amsea does not ^Embeckon

CHORUS

At their shady cove moorings, the small boats rock gently,
Safe from the sea winds, till the new season's plenty

CHORUS

This room is my refuge from the toils of the day,
It's here I find peace, and it's here I can pray, that you'll

CHORUS

If the sea take my love, to his grave in the ocean,
God make me a silkie, that I might lie with him................