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  http://www.theamericansongwriter.com  cf@chrisfostermusic.com