My friends my friends come sit by the fire And hear my plaintive song
It's a tale that you've heard in other soul's broken words So I'll sing neither loud nor long
I am the lone daughter of one Howard MacLaine My mother bore me as she died
And my father took me 'cross the wide Pacific sea Up to Ketchikan's lonesome tide
We worked among the lumber camps I cooked while he brought the spruce down
And at the age of sixteen I was married in the spring Four months later the woods brought my dad down
My husband John Eagle was a fisherman From the village of Saxman he'd roam
And our living was good the salmon swarmed in a flood And with two sons we had borne a strong home
John junior was the older and Howard named for my dad My two babes lived a youth filled with song
For need was a word that our home never heard Our good days of plenty were long
But how quickly they grow it is such sweet sorrow To see my boys grow into men
And they took to the water in the trade of their father Fishing gold from the cold deep ocean
As for me I worked in the Ketchikan mill While from the deep my men earned a high living
My husband worked the sea west of Admiralty While our sons earned theirs on the Bering
Now the bows of many boats have been broke on the Bering And lay buried neath her cruel frozen breast
Was by the islands of Pribilof that she carried my boys off There's no greater sorrow than laying your own babies to rest
Now there's most in this town who can tell the same tale How the woods or the sea stole their home
But it brings no one back to the loved ones they lack And it don't help you to feel less alone
The old house seemed so cold just my husband and me Full of silence, stale with drinkin, lived like ghosts
Til I woke up one dawn, John was gone Sometimes that's the one that hurts most
Well there's cruise ships come by here in the summer months The state ferry runs through here all year
And just where they may go well I don't care to know But I'll ride one someday out of here
Ethan Daniel Davidson - South-east Alaska Panhandle Ballad Lyrics
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My friends my friends come sit by the fire And hear my plaintive song
It's a tale that you've heard in other soul's broken words So I'll sing neither loud nor long
I am the lone daughter of one Howard MacLaine My mother bore me as she died
And my father took me 'cross the wide Pacific sea Up to Ketchikan's lonesome tide
We worked among the lumber camps I cooked while he brought the spruce down
And at the age of sixteen I was married in the spring Four months later the woods brought my dad down
My husband John Eagle was a fisherman From the village of Saxman he'd roam
And our living was good the salmon swarmed in a flood And with two sons we had borne a strong home
John junior was the older and Howard named for my dad My two babes lived a youth filled with song
For need was a word that our home never heard Our good days of plenty were long
But how quickly they grow it is such sweet sorrow To see my boys grow into men
And they took to the water in the trade of their father Fishing gold from the cold deep ocean
As for me I worked in the Ketchikan mill While from the deep my men earned a high living
My husband worked the sea west of Admiralty While our sons earned theirs on the Bering
Now the bows of many boats have been broke on the Bering And lay buried neath her cruel frozen breast
Was by the islands of Pribilof that she carried my boys off There's no greater sorrow than laying your own babies to rest
Now there's most in this town who can tell the same tale How the woods or the sea stole their home
But it brings no one back to the loved ones they lack And it don't help you to feel less alone
The old house seemed so cold just my husband and me Full of silence, stale with drinkin, lived like ghosts
Til I woke up one dawn, John was gone Sometimes that's the one that hurts most
Well there's cruise ships come by here in the summer months The state ferry runs through here all year
And just where they may go well I don't care to know But I'll ride one someday out of here
It's a tale that you've heard in other soul's broken words So I'll sing neither loud nor long
I am the lone daughter of one Howard MacLaine My mother bore me as she died
And my father took me 'cross the wide Pacific sea Up to Ketchikan's lonesome tide
We worked among the lumber camps I cooked while he brought the spruce down
And at the age of sixteen I was married in the spring Four months later the woods brought my dad down
My husband John Eagle was a fisherman From the village of Saxman he'd roam
And our living was good the salmon swarmed in a flood And with two sons we had borne a strong home
John junior was the older and Howard named for my dad My two babes lived a youth filled with song
For need was a word that our home never heard Our good days of plenty were long
But how quickly they grow it is such sweet sorrow To see my boys grow into men
And they took to the water in the trade of their father Fishing gold from the cold deep ocean
As for me I worked in the Ketchikan mill While from the deep my men earned a high living
My husband worked the sea west of Admiralty While our sons earned theirs on the Bering
Now the bows of many boats have been broke on the Bering And lay buried neath her cruel frozen breast
Was by the islands of Pribilof that she carried my boys off There's no greater sorrow than laying your own babies to rest
Now there's most in this town who can tell the same tale How the woods or the sea stole their home
But it brings no one back to the loved ones they lack And it don't help you to feel less alone
The old house seemed so cold just my husband and me Full of silence, stale with drinkin, lived like ghosts
Til I woke up one dawn, John was gone Sometimes that's the one that hurts most
Well there's cruise ships come by here in the summer months The state ferry runs through here all year
And just where they may go well I don't care to know But I'll ride one someday out of here