Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Finisterre

Finisterre

Finisterre

 Farewell, Finisterre,
 Sleep away the afternoon
 Rocking with the tide,
 Drinking with the moon
 I found a ticket in my pocket
 All the way from Port-of-Spain
 And the warm wind from the Indies covered me again.

 Santander, the sky is falling
 The tale we told each other has an end
 Santander, you hear me calling
 You, that never lost a friend...

 We'd often look for gold,
 Treasure buried in the sand
 We hid it long ago,
 Before our wars began
 When the world was green and early
 And time was on our side
 Before the storm got up to blow us far and wide.

 Santander, the sky is falling
 The tale we told each other has an end
 Santander, you hear me calling
 You, that never lost a friend...

 Farewell, Finisterre,
 Sleep away the afternoon
 Just rocking with the tide,
 Drinking with the moon
 Last night I turned the glasses over
 And I drank the bottle dry
 The moon stared out to sea all night and so did I.

 Santander, the sky is falling
 The tale we told each other has an end
 Santander, you hear me calling
 You, that never lost a friend,
 Never lost a friend...

Here's my approximate transcription of the lyrics; June Tabor is
one of my favorite singers, but she swallows her consonants...
Finisterre is the far NW corner of Spain (Finis= end, terre=earth) and
Santander is on the North coast of Spain on the Bay of Biscay...
Good depressing romantic song!

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