Salty and Sweet (Smith John)

I’m a fishing girl, just a lonely girl The Town in which I live is breaking water I told my Mother, my violent brother All they give to me is reason to leave Imagine my surprise, a pair of ancient eyes Set into a face as old as land He stands in front of, he came out of the sea He says it hurts his skin to touch the sand He crawls back into the sea, the air is salty and sweet A backward glance by way of invitation I’m in now up to my knees, the air is salty and sweet I’ll leave my dress by way of explanation My man don’t care for clothes, the things he does not own They never trouble him, never give him grief ‘Cause he’s as soft as silk, as pure as baby milk And harder than earth that he scorns