Mother In Me

We caught the ferry from Stanraer to Larne

Over the great waves out under the stars

To sleep in a cabin and look for the shore

At six in the morning when I was just four.

Mother would lead me and take me in her hand

A comb through the parting while back on dry land

While back on dry land.

We caught the showers that fell on the beach

The sunshine we dreamt of was so out of reach

And up the mountains in coaches would chug

The happy faces that the drivers would love.

And Mother was drinking with her friends at the bar

And I’d run around but I wouldn’t go far

No I wouldn’t go far.

And one played the fiddle, one played the harp

The words were a jungle but one day they would spark

This love for my mother in me.

We caught the ocean that flew on the wind

As we sat together and let the day in

She prayed in her silence for all who she knew

This beautiful landscape was all for my view.

And mother would take me to see Lamas fair

The gypsies would see me and play with my hair

I heard my fortune told so simply there

But they never knew you wouldn’t be here

No you wouldn’t be here.

And one played the fiddle, one played the harp

The words were a jungle but one day they would spark

This love for my mother in me.

And one played the fiddle, one played the harp

The words were a jungle but one day they would spark

This love for my mother in me

My mother in me, mother in me.

We caught the ferry from Larne to Stranraer…one played the fiddle…One played the harp.