Madison Violet - Christy Ellen Francis lyrics

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