Isle Au Haut Songs

The Hills of Isle Au Haut

It's away and to the westward is the place a man should go
Where the fishing's always easy, they've got no ice or snow
But I'll haul down the sail where the bays come together
Bide away the days on the hills of Isle au Haut

[in D: A - GA D/ // G D G D / /]

Now the Plymouth girls are fine; they put their hearts in your hand
And the Plymouth boys are able, first-class sailors, every man

Now, the trouble with old Martier, you don't try her in a trawler
For those Bay of Biscay swells, they roll your head from off your shoulder

The girls of Cascais, they are strong across the shoulder
They don't give a man advice, they don't want to cook his supper

Now, the winters drive you crazy and the fishing's hard and slow
You're a damn fool if you stay, but there's no better place to go

Isle au Haut Lullaby

If I could give you three things, I would give you these:
Song and laughter and a wooden home in the shining seas
When you see old Isle au Haut rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields in the morning sun

[D Em A D / ://]

Slee where the wind is warm and the moon is high
Give sadness to the stars, sorrow to the sky

Do you hear what the sails are saying in the wind's dark song
Give sadness to the wind, blown alee and gone

Sleep now: the moon is high and the wind blows cold
For you are sad and young, and the sea is old

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