Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Josh Ritter
Brings me back to a harbortown
Where me and my true love once lay
We watched the lights go up and the sun go down
We let the moon rise where it may
There I stood, and the river flowed
There she stood, my black-haired Jill
The wind addressed her tresses black
Her long love letters to the hills
Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets thе sea
Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how thе closing meets the day
I'm a poor boy, the night is cold
A meager treasure though it be
I would turn my restless youth to gold
That I might spend it all on thee
Which brings me back to a harbortown
Where me and my true love once lay
We watched the lights go up and the sun go down
We let the moon rise where it may
Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets the sea
Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how the closing meets the day