New Model Army
Ocean Rising
I dream of the ocean and the beautiful skies rolling out to seaI dream of the ocean and the rip of the tide west of FinnistairThe weight of the water pouring down, holding on to meI dream of the ocean, rising, risingI dream of the ocean - through the night the ghosts are sailing stillThe James Caird steering east by north-east through the wild Atlantic swellThe men lie soaked and cold beneath the sail on a bed of ballast stoneThey hear the boss cry out - I can see them now, the snow-capped peaks of landBut it was the ocean, rising, risingA forty foot wall of water crashing downThey held their breath and prayed to God in the hour of deathTo save themFrom the ocean, rising, risingI dream of the ocean, rising, risingAnd so the years they flow and journey's endThe old crew sailed south againAnd they buried the boss by the melting snowIn the summer winds on the islandAnd now the ice it cracks and falls away, driven in the stormsAnd I'll be there - where the sky touches the seaAt the edge of the ocean where the beautiful world fades into the greyI dream of the ocean, rising, risingI dream of the ocean, rising, rising
From Letras Mania