Chris Foster Widow's Walk
Widow’s Walk Words and music Chris Foster The storm clouds draped on the horizon An his love climbed the stairs so she could see On the second story perch of her protection She blew him a kiss as he wandered off to sea. The captain told him be on board by morning The catch is running now, he knew he had to go In about a day she will see him coming home Through the inlet where the boats go to and fro I will wait for my love in the morning I will wait for my love in the day. From on top of the roof from my widow’s walk I’ll be wishing all your stormy clouds away Sailors dance on mother natures cool clear waters Spend the springtime of their lives in her fold Sailors songs have been sung for thousands of years But the widows story’s rarely ever told On cold dark nights she’ll linger up ---- to her rooftop Grasp the wooden rail with boney shaky hands The salty air caresses worried cheeks of sorrow As she ask her God to help understand I will wait for your love in the sunshine I will wait for your love in the rain From on top of the roof from my widow’s walk I will wait for my love to come again Solo The time has come and gone for him to be home now Another sleepless night upon her breast Maybe it’s the season or maybe some bad weather But either way I will not get my rest. I will wait for my love in the springtime I will wait for my love in the fall From on top of the roof from my widows walk I’ll wait until I hear your angel call. Copyright 2002 Chris Foster Music December 25, 2002 http://www.theamericansongwriter.com [email protected]
