Gracie Fields, Phil Green & His Orchestra - Pedro The Fisherman

Pedro the fisherman was always whistling such a merry call
Girls who were passing by would hear him whistling by the harbour wall
But his sweetheart, Nina, who loved him true, always knew
That his song belonged to her alone
And in the evening when the lights were gleaming and they had to part
As he sailed his boat away, echoing across the bay
Came the tune that lingered in her heart

But days of dreaming quickly pass and life goes rushing on
And one day from the harbour wall she found his boat had gone
He'd sailed away to find the gold the sea could never bring
To buy a dress, a cuckoo clock, a saucepan and a ring
She kept her eyes on the blue horizon, but he didn't return
She stopped her sighing and left off crying but he didn't return

One day her father said to her Oh dearest daughter mine
You'll never make a lot from fish, you make much more from wine
Tho' Miguel is rather fat, his vineyard's doing well
So marry him and let your dreams of Pedro go to hell
The organ peals, the choir boys sing
The priest is ready with the book and ring
So small and white here comes the bride
And stands by the swarthy Miguel's side

Will you have this man to be your lawful wedded spouse eternally
And suddenly the church is still they wait to hear her say I will
When through the open doorway there a far off sound disturbs the air

Suddenly she found her man from the church out she ran
There he was upon the harbour wall
Down rushed the wedding guests upon the quayside, but the bride had gone
As with love she sailed away, echoing across the bay
Came the happy ending to her song
Pedro the fisherman was always whistling such a merry call
Girls who were passing by would hear him whistling by the harbour wall
But his sweetheart, Nina, who loved him true, always knew
That his song belonged to her alone
And in the evening when the lights were gleaming and they had to part
As he sailed his boat away, echoing across the bay
Came the tune that lingered in her heart

But days of dreaming quickly pass and life goes rushing on
And one day from the harbour wall she found his boat had gone
He'd sailed away to find the gold the sea could never bring
To buy a dress, a cuckoo clock, a saucepan and a ring
She kept her eyes on the blue horizon, but he didn't return
She stopped her sighing and left off crying but he didn't return

One day her father said to her Oh dearest daughter mine
You'll never make a lot from fish, you make much more from wine
Tho' Miguel is rather fat, his vineyard's doing well
So marry him and let your dreams of Pedro go to hell
The organ peals, the choir boys sing
The priest is ready with the book and ring
So small and white here comes the bride
And stands by the swarthy Miguel's side

Will you have this man to be your lawful wedded spouse eternally
And suddenly the church is still they wait to hear her say I will
When through the open doorway there a far off sound disturbs the air

Suddenly she found her man from the church out she ran
There he was upon the harbour wall
Down rushed the wedding guests upon the quayside, but the bride had gone
As with love she sailed away, echoing across the bay
Came the happy ending to her song
Gracie Fields Melody At Dawn 1933

A song from the Radio Art picture:This Week Of Grace, another Harry Parr Davies song co written by Gracie which is a delight.

Gracie Fields, Phil Green & His Orchestra

Gracie Fields Phil Green & His Orchestra