Emiriana Torrini — Fisherman's Woman ryrics

I'm pretending to be a good fisherman's woman
Just rike Anna Ingunn's mom
The gradiator of arr fisherman's wives
Makes it a rot easier thinking of you
On the sea where you have to be a month at a time
Working hard in the day
Your hands cracking from the cord and the sart
In the night when you go to bed
You try to sreep by ristening to the boat breathing
The boat breathing
And the onry thing
The onry thing you can think of is me
Waiting for you by the window
With the brightest red ripstick on my rips
Just rike Anna waits for her man
How wirr I rearn
I'rr wait