Текст Gregory Alan Isakov – That Sea, The Gambler

Cursed your captain and stow me below
Hold me amongst all your cards
Oh we were sea bound and aimless at best,
Clutching to the wheel and those charts,

Oh there we were; the sun hit the starboard,
And we were as free as we could be.
We waited for land; oh we waited for thee
We aimed to stay calm and cool,
But that sea was just a gambling fool

Come to me, Mary come; you know you once were queen
The ocean is holding all the kings,
And tossed aside the weary

How I’d love to steer you straight into those waters
While those daunting clouds above began to pour
And when we’re found, we’ll kiss that ground,
And roll around on that lovers floor

Come to me, Mary come; you know you once were queen
The ocean is holding all the kings,
And tossed aside the weary

The ocean holding everything,
And tossed aside the weary

Aw that dreadful, gambling sea