Song for a Lost Love - Rosheen

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