Dead Mans Hand
I lay on the sand beside my mother the sea
She whispered to me of corn and water
And a women’s wisdom
Laughing daughters
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man

I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man

I walked the hill and all the while
My father the sun sang me the song
Of the earth and sky
The strong arm and clear eye
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man

We married in a sailor’s church
My father the sun came shinning through
The windows on you and I
In our finest clothes
All of heaven knew
I would be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man

I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man
I will be your man

Five dark fingers of good brown bog
A dead man’s hand in a cold grey sea
Four warm inlets of lacy foam
Oh lover be kind to me
I will be your man again
I will be your man
I will be your man again
I will be your man again
I will be your man again
I will be your man
I will be your man