Patches of blue cover dmitry samarov
Patches of blue cover dmitry samarov
/
  1. Rainmakin' Man

From the album Patches of Blue

In cart Not available Out of stock

Lyrics

Rainmakin' Man
Gather 'round me sailors, hearken now to me
gather up your nets, gather creatures from the sea
lower now your sails, sail expeditiously
Storm clouds on the starboard encroaching

Now the sailboat was a schooner, three masted forty ton
she was seventy four foot by eighteen, man she could run!
so we headed out from Falmouth beneath the burning sun
with the headwinds flapping in the topsail

I'm a rainmakin' man,
I love the feel of soft sand
and the whipping salt breeze in and out of my hands
in long ages ago with a hey nonny no
to Nantucket and the vineyards of Martha

Now the ship she was a wench and they called her Liberté
and the captain knew her well and he loved her from the first day
I with my lady fair, reclined, enchanted we
and the wild prevailing winds were approaching

I'm a rainmakin' man
Iove the feel of soft sand
and the whipping salt breeze in and out of my hands
in long ages ago, with a hey nonny no
to Nantucket and the vineyards of Martha

I'm a rainmakin' man
a rainmakin' man
a rainmakin' man
rainmakin'
rainmakin'
rainmakin' man
rainmakin' man, love the feel of soft sand