Nessa, looong time ago I used this album as a beddy bye relaxant. So fine! Saling the gentle trade winds to Valpariso. Southern Cross low on the horizon. Then the next moment, this incredible hurricane crashing across the bow, tossing my boat to and fro. As my beloved schooner "Enya" pointing bow first to the briney deep, I'd wake to my wife's snorring lips barely an inch away from my ear. HARR!!! Fetch me my harpoon Queqeg!
Yon maiden in the white flowing dress, beckoning to sail away with her? Do I even dare to entertain such thoughts in the deepest recesses of my soul? Yeah verrily yon beloved wife, standing upon the stairway with flowing sweat pants also beckons unto me. Could it be an invitiation for a night of wine, candlelight, merriment, and intimacies? Alas, tis' not to be. She encourages me to come and make haste with my trusty weapon, Excalibur! The plumber's helper. (Fin)
Hey, we shop at the same store! Yeah, they were playing this track over and over as some store promotion. If I remember correctly, I think it was for sour dough bread. I was about to get all in the manager's face over the infidel's desecration of the song and he explained they'd altered the lyrics to "Sale away, Sale away". BTW: Looove the hat. I'll keep an eye out for you. I tend to hang out a lot over in the cat food section. Can't miss it. Just follow the clumps of shedding orange fur.
You bet'cha Bob, if Enya told ME to come sail away, I'd be dog paddlin' as fast as my little arms could push me out to the boat. Ah to be carried away on a romantic cruise to be wisked off to such exotic ports of Placentia and Paso Robles.