French Perfume lyrics

It's of a bold young smuggler, from Fortune he did sail

He rode the waves from St. Pierre, he never saw the jail

He filled her up with contraband perfume, smokes, and rum

He hoped the fog was thick enough to make another run

You can still see the sight

On a winter's night

Of his wake, in the light of the moon

If the wind turns right

And you don't take fright

You can smell that French perfume

But the Mountie boat was waiting as he crawled up Fordger Bay

And when they hit the spotlight, it was like the light of day

He didn't bring her head round, when they told him to heave to

He opened up the engines and he ran for Spanish Room

You can still see the sight

On a winter's night

Of his wake, in the light of the moon

If the wind turns right

And you don't take fright

You can smell that French perfume

They said they heard him laughing with the Mounties closing in

His engines screaming murder and his face set in a grin

The seagulls started lifting like an angry banshee choir

He hit the rocks at fifty klicks and the sky lit up with fire

It's of a bold young smuggler, from Fortune he did sail

He rode the waves from St. Pierre, he never saw the jail

And when it's cold and foggy on the rocks near Spanish Room

They say you hear him laughing and you smell that French perfume

You can still see the sight

On a winter's night

Of his wake, in the light of the moon

If the wind turns right

And you don't take fright

You can smell that French perfume

You can still see the sight

On a winter's night

Of his wake, in the light of the moon

If the wind turns right

And you don't take fright

You can smell that French perfume

You can smell that French perfume

• Artist:Great Big Sea