Widow's lament

The sky was changing, winds were blowing free Three ships were sailing on the open sea In a small cabin, under the grey skies A captain's young wife sits alone and cries She will pray daily that his ship returns She will walk the shore watching waters churn Whales sing their songs as migration calls Gone by the winter, safe from stormy squalls She goes to the inn, finds the corner chair She will sit silent, without comfort there When the hour comes she'll return to home Crawling into bed, once more all alone As each ship comes in she stands at the dock Always dressed the same, in his fav'rite frock After all have left she turns back to town Walking ever slow with her head bowed down One day she'll awake and she'll face the truth That she has been left to suffer her youth It's hard to accept that which others know His ship had gone down some three years ago