Widow’s Walk   Words and music Chris Foster      The storm clouds draped on the horizon   An his love climbed the stairs so she could see   On the second story perch of her protection   She blew him a kiss as he wandered off to sea.      The captain told him be on board by morning   The catch is running now, he knew he had to go   In about a day she will see him coming home   Through the inlet where the boats go to and fro      I will wait for my love in the morning   I will wait for my love in the day.   From on top of the roof from my widow’s walk   I’ll be wishing all your stormy clouds away      Sailors dance on mother natures cool clear waters   Spend the springtime of their lives in her fold   Sailors songs have been sung for thousands of years   But the widows story’s rarely ever told      On cold dark nights she’ll linger up ---- to her rooftop   Grasp the wooden rail with boney shaky hands   The salty air caresses worried cheeks of sorrow   As she ask her God to help understand      I will wait for your love in the sunshine   I will wait for your love in the rain   From on top of the roof from my widow’s walk   I will wait for my love to come again      Solo      The time has come and gone for him to be home now   Another sleepless night upon her breast   Maybe it’s the season or maybe some bad weather   But either way I will not get my rest.      I will wait for my love in the springtime   I will wait for my love in the fall   From on top of the roof from my widows walk   I’ll wait until I hear your angel call.      Copyright 2002 Chris Foster Music December 25, 2002