From the Golden Bough recording,
The Boatman's Daughter,
recorded at John Altman Studios
in San Francisco and first released
on Kicking Mule Records in 1983.

Riders of the Sea
1983 - 2004 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved
(
Drawing at bottom of page by Theresa Rochelle, 1983 - 2004 by Paul Espinoza)

- 1 -
Come all you warm and gentle people, who lift your voice in song,
We may not all be players here, but yet we all belong.
Come join us in our simple quest to seek the Holy Grail,
With gifts of love and friendship here our journey cannot fail.

- 2 -
We seek the hills where laughter plays the river's melody,
And starlight dances on the limbs of every midnight tree.
And we look for spirits of the night who are so free to roam,
There's something in the heart of man that calls us to our home.

- Chorus -
And we sing of laughter 'cross the early morning,
And we watch the white horse riders of the sea.

- 3 -
They occlude the words the poet speaks, these sparks of ancient lies,
These embers burn the hands that reach for truth before it dies.
Still you and I must make our way with help of stories told,
That lead us to forgotten realms, where wait the truths of old.

- Chorus -
And we sing of laughter 'cross the early morning,
And we watch the white horse riders of the sea.

- 4 -
For artists I believe we be, each one of us belong
We carry every thought and deed that we have ever done.
And we make of life a pantomime, that we may dance upon,
Come, minstrel, bring the magic harp and fill our hearts with song.

- Chorus -
And we sing of laughter 'cross the early morning,
And we watch the white horse riders of the sea.

Copyright
1998 - 2004

by Golden Bough, Inc.