Words and music by Robbie Smith
My brothers are all fishermen – they jig and tend their trawl
While I alone must stay at home the youngest of them all
But each and every Christmas they leave early from the banks
When I see their boats returning well I stop and I give thanks
Oh, how the wind blows whistling along
Isn’t it fine when the wind blows to sing a Christmas song
Oh, when the storms grow wild upon the sea
Isn’t it fine to be together gathered ‘round the Christmas tree
Well, I recall a Christmas time way back in ‘83
When my brothers said I’m sorry but we’ll have to put to sea
There’s nets to set traps to pull and cargo to be run
But what would Christmas morning be without some Christmas fun
Oh how the wind blows cold and wet and strong
Isn’t it fine when the wind blows to sing a Christmas song
Oh when the storms grow wild upon the sea
Isn’t it fine to be together all in gladsome company
Now, Christmas meant a lot to me for I was only young
There were presents to be opened and carols to be sung
And so I wished a storm to come BEFORE they left the shore
Then they’d have to stay at home as in Christmases before
Oh how the wind blows whistling along
Isn’t it fine when the wind blows to sing a Christmas song
Oh when the storms grow wild upon the sea
Isn’t it fine to be together gathered ‘round the Christmas tree
Well, all at once the wind began to rant and rave and roar
And soon my eldest brother ordered everyone ashore
And they grumbled and they quarrelled though nothing could be done
But sing a hearty Christmas song and have some Christmas fun
Oh, how the wind blew – it rose on Christmas day
Wasn’t it fine how the wind blew – it blew my tears away
Oh, how the storm grew – I knew they couldn’t leave
Wasn’t it fine how the wind blew – it blew til New Year’s Eve!