Song for a Lost Love

When the sun rises over the mountains
 And my tears turn the colour of gold
 Not even the blue of the ocean
 Can compare to the shade of my soul
 Every day, every night, I am crying
 For my loved one has gone away
 To faraway lands for the money
 Had he stayed we might all have died
 Many days, many weeks, many months now
 And I haven't heard from him not a word
 The waves toss me back many rumors
 That my husband won't likely be back
 Then one morning in the dead of winter
 Wedged in the door a tattered old letter
 It must have been left by a sailor
 Who did good on a promise to honour
 Dearest wife dearest son dearest daughter
 I am writing with the shakiest of hands
 If you ever get this letter
 Then I never have made it to land
 When the sun rises over the mountains
 And my tears turn the colour of gold
 Not even the blue of the ocean
 Can compare to the shade of my soul
 Not even the blue of the ocean
 Can compare to the shade of my soul