Break ft. Jason Crosby Mistsis Lyrics

Break break break break

On the cold gray stones O Sea!

And I would that my tongue

Could utter the thoughts that arise in me

Break break break break

On the cold gray stones O Sea!

And I would that my tongue

Could utter the thoughts that arise in me

O well for the fisherman's boy

That he shouts with his sister at play!

O well for the sailor lad

That he sings in his boat on the bay!

Break break break break

On the cold gray stones O Sea!

And I would that my tongue

Could utter the thoughts that arise in me

And the stately ships go on

To their haven under the hill;

But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand

And the sound of a voice that is still

And the sound of a voice that is still

And the sound of a voice that is still

Break break break

At the foot of thy crags O Sea!

But the tender grace of a day that is dead

Will never come back to me