Selling The Wind Lyrics - Pretty Girls Make Graves

We have so far sailed maelstroms 

Through the tempest light 

This man-o-war 

Spills forth with silks, spices and wines 

Not limerick's dungeons eighteen months 

Could kill my fervor for sea hunt 

All herring lassies, gutter girls 

They know what colored clews unfurl 

These threads are full 

Full of wind and tied in knots 

Miss Forsythe's love 

Was lost but never was forgot 

Till olden age 

Saber held fast to the sky 

Sea cauldron's rage 

The Cailleach tramps her cloak tonight 

Tonight 

For seven days 

Braved howling winds, eddies and rains 

Through towering waves 

They say no bolder heart remains 

Halcyon, green Clew Bay 

A green Clew Bay 

I buy these winds 

To venge my children and their ghosts 

I stole their ships 

And every castle from their coasts 

Need no advice 

Nor approval from the queen 

I live my life 

Forever hellcat of the sea 

Forever hellcat of the sea