Song | Salty and Sweet |
Artist | John Smith |
Album | Great Lakes |
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[00:02.26] | Salty and Sweet—John Smith |
[00:09.89] | I’m a fishing girl, just a lonely girl |
[00:16.08] | The Town in which I live is breaking water |
[00:23.01] | I told my Mother, my violent brother |
[00:29.26] | All they give to me is reason to leave |
[00:34.48] | |
[00:38.74] | Imagine my surprise, a pair of ancient eyes |
[00:48.85] | Set into a face as old as land |
[00:54.44] | |
[00:55.20] | He stands in front of, he came out of the sea |
[01:01.55] | He says it hurts his skin to touch the sand |
[01:07.54] | |
[01:08.24] | He crawls back into the sea, the air is salty and sweet |
[01:14.73] | A backward glance by way of invitation |
[01:18.06] | |
[01:21.15] | I’m in now up to my knees, the air is salty and sweet |
[01:27.58] | I’ll leave my dress by way of explanation |
[01:33.73] | |
[01:47.56] | My man don’t care for clothes, the things he does not own |
[01:53.68] | They never trouble him, never give him grief |
[02:00.06] | ‘Cause he’s as soft as silk, as pure as baby milk |
[02:06.62] | And harder than earth that he scorns |
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[00:02.26] | Salty and Sweet John Smith |
[00:09.89] | I' m a fishing girl, just a lonely girl |
[00:16.08] | The Town in which I live is breaking water |
[00:23.01] | I told my Mother, my violent brother |
[00:29.26] | All they give to me is reason to leave |
[00:34.48] | |
[00:38.74] | Imagine my surprise, a pair of ancient eyes |
[00:48.85] | Set into a face as old as land |
[00:54.44] | |
[00:55.20] | He stands in front of, he came out of the sea |
[01:01.55] | He says it hurts his skin to touch the sand |
[01:07.54] | |
[01:08.24] | He crawls back into the sea, the air is salty and sweet |
[01:14.73] | A backward glance by way of invitation |
[01:18.06] | |
[01:21.15] | I' m in now up to my knees, the air is salty and sweet |
[01:27.58] | I' ll leave my dress by way of explanation |
[01:33.73] | |
[01:47.56] | My man don' t care for clothes, the things he does not own |
[01:53.68] | They never trouble him, never give him grief |
[02:00.06] | ' Cause he' s as soft as silk, as pure as baby milk |
[02:06.62] | And harder than earth that he scorns |
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[00:02.26] | Salty and Sweet John Smith |
[00:09.89] | I' m a fishing girl, just a lonely girl |
[00:16.08] | The Town in which I live is breaking water |
[00:23.01] | I told my Mother, my violent brother |
[00:29.26] | All they give to me is reason to leave |
[00:34.48] | |
[00:38.74] | Imagine my surprise, a pair of ancient eyes |
[00:48.85] | Set into a face as old as land |
[00:54.44] | |
[00:55.20] | He stands in front of, he came out of the sea |
[01:01.55] | He says it hurts his skin to touch the sand |
[01:07.54] | |
[01:08.24] | He crawls back into the sea, the air is salty and sweet |
[01:14.73] | A backward glance by way of invitation |
[01:18.06] | |
[01:21.15] | I' m in now up to my knees, the air is salty and sweet |
[01:27.58] | I' ll leave my dress by way of explanation |
[01:33.73] | |
[01:47.56] | My man don' t care for clothes, the things he does not own |
[01:53.68] | They never trouble him, never give him grief |
[02:00.06] | ' Cause he' s as soft as silk, as pure as baby milk |
[02:06.62] | And harder than earth that he scorns |