Lisa Lambe - Vision In Grey

On a fisherman’s Moon
I see a young girl
Calling out, walking forward, looking back
Digging for treasure
Digging up the past
She’s got
Stardust in her hands

On a fisherman’s Moon she walks the empty streets
Calling out to the sea, to the sea
Her hand to the night sky, bringing her back
To the lonely bay of sleep

Like a vision in grey she smiles plunging deep
Like a vision in grey she smiles to the sea
Like a vision in grey she smiles
She is free
Oh, wild wild woman
Won’t you come back to me
Won’t you come back to me

On a moonless night, she is nowhere to be found
No one calling out, no one listening, listening
The treasures like diamonds on the water
They are jewels glistening, glistening

Like a vision in grey she smiles plunging deep
Like a vision in grey she smiles to the sea
Oh, like a vision in grey she smiles
She is free
Oh, wild wild woman
Won’t you come back

Like a vision in grey she smiles plunging deep
Like a vision in grey she smiles to the sea
Like a holy ghost fishing she smiles
She is free
Oh, wild woman
Won’t you come back to me
Won’t you come back