Cargill - King Creosote

Bored yet busy with my hands

Cargill you’ll have me round the bend

Cargill you’re pulling all the strands

Of my heartstrings entangled in your net

My luck’s turned thrawn

Always the quayside chores

A sister on each arm

Strong of shoulder weak at the knees

Cargill I’m the finest catch that you’ll land

Cargill do not presume to understand

The dread of counting home the fleet

The sudden thrill of seeing you’re safely back

Your catch has fallen at your feet

Cargill do not presume to understand

The dread of sounding the alarm

The sudden thrill of seeing you’re safely back

Cargill I’m the finest luck that you’ll charm

Cargill do not presume to understand

The dread of counting home the fleet

The sudden thrill of seeing you’re safely back

Cargill I’m the finest catch that you’ll land

Cargill I’m the finest luck that you’ll charm

Cargill I’m the finest catch that you’ll land