Tall Ships-Show Of Hands

歌手 : Show Of Hands

专辑 : Backlog 1987-1991

语种 : 英语

时长 : 22:04

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TXT Tall Ships-Show Of Hands 文本歌词

Tall Ships - Show Of Hands

Give us a wreck or two

Good Lord

Winter along this coast is hard

Grey frost creeps like mortal sin

No food in the larder

No bread in the bin

One rich wreck is all we pray

Busted abroad at break of day

Broken and splintered upon the reef

Bread and wine to calm our grief

Lord of rocks and tide and sky

Heed our call

Hark to our cry

Bread by the bag

Beef by the cask

Food for poor hearts is all we ask

On the skyline the tall ships sail by

Bound for London

Their decks piled high

Fruits of warmer lands

Passing through our hands

So we look for the storm in the sky

Farewell and adieu to you

Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu

You ladies of Spain

We've received orders for

To sail back to England

We hope in a short time to see you again

We'll rant and we'll roar

Like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar

All on the salt sea

Until we strike soundings

In the channel of old England

From Ushant to Scily is thirty five leagues

We hove our ship to

With the wind from the west

Boys

Hove our ship to

Deep soundings to take

Thirty five fathoms

And a white sandy bottom

We squared our main yard

And the channel did make

We'll rant and we'll roar

Like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar

All on the salt sea

Til we strike soundings

In the channel of old England

From Ushant to Scily is thirty five leagues

Oh the fishermen rise with the sun

And they work'til the day's nearly done

Hauling empty nets

While the cold sun sets

And the winter is barely begun

There's a lighthouse a mile from the shore

That the storm-weary sailors search for

When the wind and rain

Bring their gales again

It won't shine for them anymore

On the skyline the tall ships sail by

Bound for London

Their decks piled high

Fruits of warmer lands

Passing through our hands

So we look for a storm in the sky

Sweet thoughts of home came to me today

Far too long now I've been away

I'll stay away no longer

Come homeward winds

Blow stronger

Stronger

I'm homeward bound

With the first clear sight of

The West Country shore

We swear we won't

Go to sea any more

Sweethearts and wives seem dearer

As the English shore draws nearer

Now soon their welcome

Will warm winter's heart

We'll vow nothing will pull us apart

There'll be a short time of plenty

We'll think again when our pockets are empty

Now a grey storm blackens

The clear Western skies

Fear and welcome join both in our eyes

Full sail and a straining main mast

Run with the wind

We'll fly while the storm lasts

While the storm last

I'm homeward bound

As the rain blackened clouds gather round

And the roaring gales drown every sound

All eyes search the night

For that ray of light

That warns where the black rocks are found

I know this place

We're running aground

One rich wreck

Or maybe two

Food and stores to see us through

Til Spring leaps up like break of day

And fish return to the empty bay

One rich wreck

For thy hand is strong

A brig or a merchant one from up along

Caught on your twisted tides

Good lord

Drawn by our false lights to the shore

I rose with the morning

On a rain washed day

Early and I walked along the shore

Watching the broken splintered driftwood come in

I listened to the ocean roar

Town slowly waking and I walked from the sea

Parents break in to their children's dreams

Mothers start to call

Fathers reach the stirring streets

Wondering what another morning brings

All they have to sell is the

Strength of two strong arms

All they are standing in their shoes

And the price of your labour

In deep winter falls and falls

Point came there was nothing left to lose

We pay the price of winter

And we buy another year

It's time to search the heart

And count the cost

Take the guilty conscience

And the widow's bitter tears

And what we gain is someone else's loss

Yesterday the gales that shook the rooftop slates

Today the breeze gently tugs your hair

And the tide that closed it's fist

And snapped a broad ship's back

Now softly takes the white gulls from the air

Oh the banker's purse is like a deep black well

For every other well bred clown

And the merchant has a fleetful of young men's lives

He can risk one in twenty going down

I rose with the morning on a rain washed day

It was early and I walked along the shore

I knelt down by the water where my brother lay

I listened to the ocean roar

We have families with sons on the sea

They work the tall ships of the sea

But our choice is made

By these winter's days

And the children who watch from the quay

That wild evening the word flew around

A tall merchant mashed into the ground

How we shout and sing

Glad to greet the spring

Though we weep for the sailors we've drowned

On the skyline the tall ships sail by

Bound for London

Their decks piled high

Fruits of warmer lands

Passing through our hands

So we look for a storm in the sky

November wind chills to the bone

And December rain lashes the stones

Sea that brings us life

Take your sacrifice

And give back the hope to our homes

On the skyline the tall ships sail by

Bound for London

Their decks piled high

Fruits of warmer lands

Passing through our hands

So we look for a storm in the sky

Oh the fishermen rise with the sun

And they work 'til the day's nearly done

Hauling empty nets

While the cold sun sets

And the winter is barely begun

On the skyline the tall ships sail by

Bound for London

Their decks piled high

Fruits of warmer lands

Passing through our hands

So we look for a storm in the sky

Oh we look for a storm in the sky