John Smith Salty And Sweet
I’m a fishing girl, just a lonely girl
The Town in which I live is breaking water
I told my Mother, my violent brother
All they give to me is reason to leave
Imagine my surprise, a pair of ancient eyes
Set into a face as old as land
He stands in front of, he came out of the sea
He says it hurts his skin to touch the sand
He crawls back into the sea, the air is salty and sweet
A backward glance by way of invitation
I’m in now up to my knees, the air is salty and sweet
I’ll leave my dress by way of explanation
My man don’t care for clothes, the things he does not own
They never trouble him, never give him grief
‘Cause he’s as soft as silk, as pure as baby milk
And harder than earth that he scorns
