Harbortown - Josh Ritter

Brings me back to a harbortown

Where me and my true love once lay

We watched the lights go up and the sun go down

We let the moon rise where it may

There I stood, and the river flowed

There she stood, my black-haired Jill

The wind addressed her tresses black

Her long love letters to the hills

Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets the sea

Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how the closing meets the day

I’m a poor boy, the night is cold

A meager treasure though it be

I would turn my restless youth to gold

That I might spend it all on thee

Which brings me back to a harbortown

Where me and my true love once lay

We watched the lights go up and the sun go down

We let the moon rise where it may

Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets the sea

Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how the closing meets the day