Pamela Morgan
a woman s touch
She's at the waterfront tonight,
waiting for her man.
His time in port is short
She loves him when she can
Alone in the misty night
He's hungry, restless, yearning
It's such a lonely life
The fire is in him burning
He's longing for a woman's touch,
Too many months at sea.
Longing for a woman's touch
Eager to oblige was she
Ai la li...
Through his songs and his flashing eyes
Blow the winds of the foreign lands
But a smile and a tender touch
Is a language she understands
She never wanted a family,
never wanted to be anyone's wife
And no man ever grows tired of her
She's the master of her own life
And he's longing for a woman's touch
Too many months at sea
Longing for a woman's touch
Eager to oblige was she
Ai li li...
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- Miscellaneous
- The Celtic Circle 2
- Another Time: The Songs of Newfoundland
- 7 Years
- Celtic Spirits 2
- Celtic Spirits 4
- Celtic Spirits 5
- Putumayo Presents: Women of the World: Celtic II
- On A Wing And A Prayer
- Ancestral Songs
- My Sister Sings
- Mystic Spirits, Volume 8
- Celtic Myst: Top 100
- Best of Keltica
- Secret Spirits, Volume 1
- Celtic Spirits 6
- Seven Years