Track 7 of the album Umbrella Weather · 2013
Foghorn Bossa
“The harbour fog is the same one every winter, and this is its lullaby. We played it almost at a whisper.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · hushed jazz · 3:24
Lyrics
The fog rolls in at half past ten It wraps the harbour round The boats go quiet one by one And all the town sounds down Out on the point the foghorn calls A slow and gentle note It says I'm here, I'm still right here Whatever you may float Foghorn, foghorn, sing me home Through the grey and through the foam Foghorn, foghorn, soft and low Tell me where the good lights glow I will follow your slow sound Till my feet are on dry ground Foghorn, foghorn, sing me home I walk the pier with my collar up The boards are damp and cold A fisherman is mending nets And humming something old He nods at me, I nod at him No need for any word The fog has made us neighbours In the song that we have heard Foghorn, foghorn, sing me home Through the grey and through the foam Foghorn, foghorn, soft and low Tell me where the good lights glow I will follow your slow sound Till my feet are on dry ground Foghorn, foghorn, sing me home Somewhere past the mist Morning has a name And the sea will lift the curtain Just the same A kettle sings in a window Down along the quay Somebody left the lamp on And I think it's left for me The foghorn plays its one sweet line Again, again, again And I am walking slowly Through the quiet, soft refrain Foghorn, foghorn, sing me home Through the grey and through the foam Foghorn, foghorn, soft and low Tell me where the good lights glow I will follow your slow sound Till my feet are on dry ground Foghorn, foghorn, sing me home