Elles se morfondaient en scrutant l'horizon, espérant le retour au port des bateaux un jour proche.
Elles soupiraient, redoutant une terrible nouvelle, lorsque la tempête faisait rage et que les vagues se fracassaient sur les rochers.
Widow's walk sur la côte du Maine (photo Christiane)
She stood by the window, as the waves crashed the shore,
To watch him come home, as he had times before.
Oh, carry him home to me,To watch him come home, as he had times before.
Break the sea down for him,
Carry my love home to me.
(Brendan Nolan)
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