Bittersweet

oh my heart is a bird
and its stirred by you
never one to lose heart
my bittersweet tune

harpooned my heart 
you have
without knowing
i was caught (caught red handed)
come to me in the silence of snow
and i will fall at your feet

sailor
sir tom
i think i've got it 
sailor
sir tom
i think i've got it 
i think i was caught on your sleeve sir
think i was caught out

in the marrow of the morrow
will i be the song you'll sing
a whistling, whistling
every sailor has his tune
and oh god, god
i'm a fallen women for you