I'm pretending to be a good fisherman's woman   Just like Anna Ingunn's mom   The gladiator of all fisherman's wives   Makes it a lot easier thinking of you   On the sea where you have to be a month at a time   Working hard in the day   Your hands cracking from the cold and the salt   In the night when you go to bed   You try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing   The boat breathing   And the only thing   The only thing you can think of is me   Waiting for you by the window   With the brightest red lipstick on my lips   Just like Anna waits for her man   How will I learn   I'll wait