Testo Nothing on the dry land Tom Mcrae

Nothing on the dry land

Lost my kids, I lost my wife,
Now I’m leaving on a tide.
Nothing on the dry land was ever worth the price.

But my love, my love, my love.
My love, my love, my love.

From the ruins of my home
Built a ship from skin and bone
Nothing in the old world will ever keep me warm.

Like my love, my love, my love.
My love, my love, my love.

In the storm I lost a must,
My little ship became a rust,
Carried on the high wind I heard a voice

Of my love, my love, my love.
My love, my love, my love.

Hold on to me, hold on to me,
Hold on to me, hold on to me.

My love, my love, my love.

My body washed up on the sand,
Covered by a stranger’s hand
And cold, and broke, and opened,
I was free to fly.

To my love, my love, my love.
My love, my love, my love.
My love, my love, my love.
My love, my love, my love.
My love, my love, my love.