Fish Wives

There once was an irish fisherman, who one day far at sea
Caught a fish with silver gills who struggled to get free
The fisherman removed the hook, this catch would be his meal
Until it turned into a girl with eyes like a baby seal

Oh Fisherman, please let me go
I belong to the ice blue waters deep down below
Oh fisherman, please set me free
And in turn I will become your wife of the sea

I said goodbye to my wife of the sea
When the tide's high she'll come back to me
I said goodbye to my wife of the sand
A ring on the finger of her webbed hand

Born of the foam like venus, naïve with no distrust
And though he was a married man, for her body he did lust
The tides did turn with his touch, a weed ring on his hand
But he would never love her like his wife of the land

Oh Fisherman, please set me free
My heart on your sailor's chest, my body in the sea
Oh Fisherman, though you let me go
My love is pure as the pearls that shimmer down below

I said goodbye to my wife of the sea
When the tide's high she'll come back to me
I said goodbye to my wife of the sand
A ring on the finger of her webbed hand
The selkie washes up on beaches of sand
Her skin tastes of salt as I take her hand
My selkie washes up on beaches of stone
Her eyes clear as skies as she stands there alone