Tangled Ropes


Listen to the song
Recorded by: Rhythm Road
Written by: JoAnn Morrell
I have a feeling this song is about an Irish ancestor. It rose out of the dream depths one morning, like I had tapped into some psychic bedrock.

Lyrics

I am a traveler upon the ocean.
Tangled ropes mark my profession.
I sail my boat upon the sea.
My skin like leather, my spirit free.

My father’s father his father too.
Spent their lives here in these waters blue.
In mythic ages when fish were plenty.
But now more often the nets are empty.

The harvest dwindling, this is my plight.
I work long hours into the night.
To feed my family and earn my keep.
I’ll live and die here upon this reef.

My strapping sons and lovely daughters.
Will we hear their bonny laughter
upon this steep and rocky shore?
Or will their voices be heard no more?

I am a traveler upon the ocean.
Tangled ropes mark my profession.
I sail my boat upon the sea.
My skin like leather, my spirit free.