Life in a Paper Boat - Kate Rusby

A boat made of paper, it set sail with me

And O, how I’ve grown weary

That boat of shame it took me, now I’m far from free

And O won’t you stay near me?

Hope it blowed eternal

There upon the promised land

Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?

This bundle that I carry is worth more to me than life

And O, how I’ve grown weary

There’s only me to hold her now that I’m no more a wife

And O won’t you stay near me?

Hope it blowed eternal

There upon the promised land

Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?

An ancient land I’ve left behind, in ruins now lies she

And O, how I’ve grown weary

I must spell a new life now with walls to keep her free

And O won’t you stay near me?

Hope it blowed eternal

There upon the promised land

Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?

My heart is in my hand now we are on the open sea

And O, how I’ve grown weary

Thank God, she won’t remember this, whatever it may be

And O won’t you stay near me?

The orange sun was burning on the boat where we all stand

And hope it blowed eternal there upon the promised land

Will it whither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?