Seth Lakeman

After the moonlight, the month of may
The ship would take her last breath.
Her full mast, it was draping,
Like a mermaid, she was dressed.
Lonely heart setting free
As all her cares, they went sailing out to sea.
Hear her calling.
All those people, they gathered round,
For to view that lovely sight.
The young maidens, they came to town,
And waved her right on through the night.
Lonely heart setting free
As all her cares, they went sailing out to sea.
Hear her calling, Hear her calling.
I can hear her calling out to me.
When the news returned to the town,
Well every maid sat on the pier.
With lover's lost, and father's never found,
For now that mermaid's dressed in tears.
Lonely heart setting free,
As all our prayers, they went sailing out to see.
I can hear her calling, I can hear her calling,
I can hear her calling out to me.
Now that the mermaid's dressed in tears.
I feel that the mermaid's dressed in tears,
I see that the mermaid's dressed in tears.
I can hear her calling,
Now that the mermaid's dressed in tears,
I feel that the mermaid's dressed in tears.