Music by Robbie Smith, words by Robert S. Smith
On the rolling waves he goes
Rowing where the fish will be
With his sturdy hands the Spanish fisherman
Will gather in the harvest of the sea
As the sun breaks from the waves
And his boat rocks silently
Some great power keeps watch upon the deep
And his little boat upon the sea
Ah, but Celinda waits for him
Waiting to soothe his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land
Till the salt spray whites his hands
And the sea winds carve their lines
All alone will he fill his destiny
Gathering the harvest of the sea
Ah, but Celinda waits for him
To soothe his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land
Ah, but Celinda waits for him
Waiting to soothe his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land