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Cormac Blake

My Father's Coat

Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week

style

  • celtic folk rock
  • uilleann pipes
  • bodhran
  • driving acoustic guitar
  • male baritone
  • raw and storytelling
  • pub singalong energy
  • anthemic
  • irish accent
  • mournful

the numbers

bpm
103
key
A# major
energy
0.70
dance
0.93
valence
0.50
vocal at
2.8s
length
3:16
language
En

lyrics

(gulls, a rope creaks)
(hmm...)

I wear my father's herringbone
Two sizes big, but it's my own
There's tar and salt sewn in the seams
And forty winters of his dreams
(of his dreams, his dreams)

The ferry horn is calling twice
(calling twice)
He never left; I'll pay the price

The tide won't wait, love — so I go
The tide won't wait for high or low
The tide won't wait — it never did
It took the man, it leaves the kid
(the tide won't wait, won't wait)

His pipe sits cold on the windowsill
I've not the heart to pack it still
Ma says a coat's not company
But it's his arms around me
(around me, round me)

The tide won't wait, love — so I go
The tide won't wait for high or low
The tide won't wait — it never did
It took the man, it leaves the kid

If I make land where work is fair
I'll send for Ma, I swear, I swear
(I swear, I swear)

The tide won't wait, love — so I go
The tide won't wait for high or low
The tide won't wait — it never did
It took the man, it leaves the kid

Mind the coat, son.
(a gull, then the wind)