There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.

There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.

There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.
There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.

Well met well met said an old true love
Well met well met said he
I’ve returned from the salt salt sea
And it’s all for the love of thee

There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.

If you’ll forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me
I’ll show you where the grass grows green
On the shores of the deep blue sea

There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

He was a sailor: charismatic and handsome, with eyes for no one but her. On its maiden voyage, his ship The Lucretia capsized and all men were lost to the depths but him. He returned a changed man. His eyes were black now, not the blue of the ocean he knew so well.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

His voice had a rasp to it and he never slept through the night. The townspeople feared him, the boy they once revered was a specter now, roaming the beaches on sleepless nights, speaking to no one but her.

People forgot that original boy, replaced his visage with wild tales of a man who made a deal with the devil, who sold his soul to the sea in order to return from the dead, to return to his Lorna.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

They lived a life of two, and two alone, in a house made of driftwood. And then one night, the floods came. This was no rain storm, but a siege from below. Slowly but furiously, the floorboards of their home were replaced by saltwater. In the tumult, the water began to bubble and writhe, the waves hissing into his ears,

“The sea awaits what the sea has claimed.”
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.
Ooooooooooooo…….

They’d not been at sea three weeks
I’m sure it was not four
When there sprung a leak in the bottom of the boat
And it sunk for to rise no more

The sea grabbed ahold of her, shockingly strong, pulling her down, down, down to the ocean floor. Our young sailor followed, plunging into the depths in search of his Lorna.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa
There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.
There’s only one C in lunacy.
The only one sea I know.