The Widow's Walk

In the summer of 1978 I stayed in a house in Maine that had a widow's walk, a very small room at the top of the house. It looked out over the harbor and had a good view of the boats as they came home. Many years later while thinking about that time, this song materialized. The reference to "silkie" is the legend of the seal-people who have the ability to come on land and live as humans. However, if they return to the water they revert to their original form forever.

She stood by the window
As the waves crashed the shore
To watch him come home
As he had times before

REFRAIN
Carry him home to me
Break the sea down for him
Carry my love home to me

It's late in the year
And the storm winds awaken
To the hardiest of sailors
The sea does not beckon

REFRAIN

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

REFRAIN

This room is my refuge
From the toils of the day
It's here I find peace
And it's here I can pray

REFRAIN

If the sea take my love
To his rest in the ocean
God make me a silkie
That I could lie with him.