Hello Christy this is a song I was trying to write to the music of the lonesome boatman. I have two other songs with my own music called 'Going to the Fleadh' and 'The Creditunion blues. The trouble is I'm no singer but possibley you may know someone who could make a demo of them. Keep up the great work Christy and God bless. P.J.

Temptress Sea.

Oh temptress of the sea
she's as cold as she can be
and still growing.
many vessels she lured down,
All the fishermen that were drowned,
never knowing,
The secret neath the waves,
that makes of fishermen such slaves,
to go falling.
To a[cold] saltwater sea bed
where no crosses mark the dead,
she is calling.

Chorus.
Can't you hear the sea,
She is calling.
Underneath her waves
they are falling.
Never more on dry shore
to go roaming.

Oh how calm that blissfull bay,
Start of voyage that summers day.
Just like heaven.
Within the turn of sea breeze,
Neptune's anger unappeased,
Bows a heaving.

chorus repeat.

On leaving that safe dry shore,
They would return never more.
They were singing.
Some old fishermans song,
Their hearts would sing along,
She is calling.

chorus repeat.    P.J.B.

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