Brown Gal
Lyrics and Melody © 1999 by Catherine Faber
Arrangement © 2000 by Bob Esty, Arlene "Callie" Hills
and Catherine Faber
My brown gal's always by me,
however far I roam
And in a hundred harbors she's held my heart to home
Her bed is hard and narrow, but gladly there I've gone
To wake to see my brown gal smiling in the dawn.
When the west wind pipes a lively tune
and makes the spray to fly
We sometimes go out dancing, just my sweet brown gal and
I
And at my touch she trembles, as wild and sweet as wine;
She answers to no other hand the way she does to
mine.
She's blonder than she used to be, for if
the truth be told
Sun and salt have silvered her to ash and dusty gold,
But as long as brass needs polishing or lines to be
restrung,
She'll always be the brown gal she was when we were
young.
My wife comes down to meet me as the sun
to embers fails
To catch the line and make her fast and help me fold her
sails.
What fool says I'm not wealthy, with my heart's desire and
more,
One true love upon the sea and another on the shore!
Sailing with my brown gal, I find my
heart has fled
To wish my wife were in my arms, and both of us in bed,
Yet with my wife and daughter, at Sunday church I find
My bold and bonny brown gal is always on my mind....
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