Thousands Are Sailing
| Philip Chevron |
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| the island it is silent now but the ghosts still haunt the waves and the torch lights up a famished land that fortune could not save did you work upon the railway did you rid the streets of crime were your dollars from the white house were they from the five and dime did the old songs taunt or cheer you or do they still make you cry did you count the months and years or did your teardrops swiftly dry oh no says he twas not to be on a coffin ship i came here and i never even got so far that they could change my name thousands are sailing across the western ocean to a land of opportunity that some of them will never see fortunes previaling across the western ocean thier bellies full their spirits free they'll break the chains of poverty and they'll dance... in manhattan's desert twilight in the death of afternoon we stepped hand in hand on broadway like the first men on the moon and the blackbird broke the silence as he whistled it so sweet and in brendan behan's footsteps we danced up and down the street then we said goodnight to broadway giving it our best regards tipped our hats to mr. cohen dear old times squares favorte bard then we raised our glass to jfk and a dozen more besides when i got back to my empty room i suppose i must have cried thousands are sailing again across the ocean the hand of opportunity draws tickets in our lottery postcards we're mailing of starry skies and oceans from rooms that daylight never sees where lights don't glow on christmas trees but they'll dance... thousands are sailing again across the ocean the hand of opportunity draws tickets in our lottery wherever we go we celebrate the land that makes us refugees from fear of priests with empty plates from guilt and weeping effigies but we'll dance, and we'll dance... This page has been viewed 1325 times |
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