She knows, the salt stung eyes of a tired captain
Oh, the lighthouse keeper, she led them home
She learned from the safety of the harbor
How to mother sixteen of her own
This house
It ain't ever gonna be the same
'Cause I doubt
You're ever coming home again
But you put 32 mittens on 32 hands
And I love you, Christy Ellen Frances
Well, there's a unfamiliar quiet in the kitchen
There's no yellow in the Inverness sun
Now I know you don't need anyone's permission
To go when you know your time has come
'Cause we'll gather here
It's our family trade
For your hundredth year
And we'll celebrate
And you put 32 mittens on 32 hands
And I love you, Christy Ellen Frances
'Cause we'll gather here
It's our family trade
For your hundredth year
And we'll celebrate
'Cause you put 32 mittens on 32 hands
And I love you, Christy Ellen Frances
Yeah, I love you, Christy Ellen Frances
