Текст песни: Christy Ellen Francis + перевод

She knows, the salt stung eyes of a tired captain

Oh, the lighthouse keeper, she led them home

She learned from the safety of the harbor

How to mother sixteen of her own

This house

It ain’t ever gonna be the same

'Cause I doubt

You’re ever coming home again

But you put 32 mittens on 32 hands

And I love you, Christy Ellen Frances

Well, there’s a unfamiliar quiet in the kitchen

There’s no yellow in the Inverness sun

Now I know you don’t need anyone’s permission

To go when you know your time has come

'Cause we’ll gather here

It’s our family trade

For your hundredth year

And we’ll celebrate

And you put 32 mittens on 32 hands

And I love you, Christy Ellen Frances

'Cause we’ll gather here

It’s our family trade

For your hundredth year

And we’ll celebrate

'Cause you put 32 mittens on 32 hands

And I love you, Christy Ellen Frances

Yeah, I love you, Christy Ellen Frances

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