(David Munyon / S.P. Standley)

A song for sailors and those who sail...and those who love the Sea

Ah, you grew up, seeing whale-ships
Set sail before the sun-up
Men anxious to provide a way for daughters and sons and pups
An' wives so blonde and diligent
Not shedding any tears
They've been sayin' „I love ya Stollie Boy“,
Goodbye for many years, many years

And, ya' grew up in pubs at night
Where rowdy sailors roar
An' you lost ya'several winters there on John Barleycorn
But she caress's your neck, an' kisses your lips
And takes off your weathered coat

Norwegian love, Norwegian true
Mysterious ocean, Norwegian blue

One dreadful night a forest owl
Relayed the awful news
The right to swim had ricocheted
Four whale-ing men were doomed
The one they called „Ol' Ahab's son“
Returned the sting of steel
And widows cried on that very day
And sleep alone, still

Now she looks out on the North Sea
Near the coast, near Stavanger
And wonders of her whale-ing man
Will ever re-appear
The afghan singers play at night
Oh so far from their home
She spends her days on magazines and opium
Her nights are so very cold

Norwegian love, Norwegian true
Mysterious ocean, Norwegian blue

David Munyon: vocal, guitar
Chris Jones: guitar
Mike Silver: backing vocals
Beo Brockhausen: percussion, accordion
Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass