Lord, you have come to the seashore, neither searching for the rich nor the wise,
Desiring only that I might follow.
O Lord, in my eyes you were gazing, kindly smiling, my name you were saying;
All I treasured, I have left on the sand there; Close to you, I will find other seas.
T ú, sa-bes bien lo que ten-go; en mi bar-ca no hay o-ro ni es-pa-das, tan s ó-lo re-des y mi tra-ba-jo.
[Lord, you knew what my boat carried, neither money nor weapons for fighting, but nets for
fishing my daily labor.]
Se- ñ or, mehas mi-ra-do a los o-jos. Son-ri-en-do has di-cho mi nom-bre.
En la a-re-na he de-ja-do mi bar-ca. Jun-to a Ti, bus-ca- ré o-tro mar.
Guitar: Steve Brown
Autoharp: Dale Chambers
Flute: Ann Brown
Tin Whistle: Mike Schaeffer
Vocals: Amanda Messinger, Charlie Hookey, Mary-Ann Ahearne, Suzanne Davis