Suzanne Don't You Cry

Suzanne, the dawn is breaking o’er the harbour,
The fishing boats they’re heading from the quay,
They’re searching for the silver shoals of herring,
Searching for the treasures of the sea,
Cast their nets upon some wind-tossed ocean,
Brave the men who ride the rise and fall,
Sons and brothers, husbands, lovers,
Now you weep beside the harbour wall…

Suzanne, your eyes are misted with sorrow,
I’m drifting on the ocean of your tears,
Empty are the shadows of your evening,
Heavy the memory of the years,
Years to come and years so swiftly passing,
Those days that sail like driftwood on the sea,
Dreams are fading, silent waiting,
Dreams of what was and may never be…

Suzanne, there is a man, see him smiling,
Beyond the farthest horizon, see him stand,
He wears a golden ring that you gave him,
The tatters of your soul within his hands,
Never leaving, never more returning,
Always in your heart, but never there,
Love unbending, never ending,
As you listen for a footstep on the stair…

Suzanne, don’t you cry no more,
And I’ll paint a morning rainbow in your sky,
Suzanne, don’t you cry no more,
Let the gentle hands of angels dry your eyes,
And I’ll bind the hands of time
I’ll turn your water into wine,
I’ll chase the hounds of sorrow from your door;
Suzanne, don’t you cry no more.

Suzanne, don’t you cry no more...

A young wife sits by the harbour, waiting for news of her man who left with the fishing fleet and never returned. What that's got to do with this song I don't know.

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