Song | Each Man |
Artist | Seth Lakeman |
Album | Word Of Mouth (Limited Edition) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We stood upon the farthest shore, with the honesty of youth. | |
Here we have our blood and toil, as we dare to speak the truth. | |
In the core of good old Albion, where the masters made their rules. | |
Here we fear a devils tune, to dance that you could fool us. | |
We spoke the grace of unity, and six of us stood strong. | |
A kinship and a company in the face of fought she’d wrong | |
For where could there be suffering in a fair and decent wage. | |
When a force stands up by his word in a passion of that age | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
All our fears came tumbling when they sent us to be tried. | |
Down upon the southern sea, to a dark and desperate life. | |
Yet all the months and years I served, I drank for England’s heart. | |
For in this wicked servitude I wish to play my part. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
My body shall not have its sleep, when I crave to finally lie. | |
With the bells caught off for faithful in this church while I reply. | |
It’s cool, the journey summons us no more to be abreast. | |
A voice to find his union, a place to find his rest. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. |
We stood upon the farthest shore, with the honesty of youth. | |
Here we have our blood and toil, as we dare to speak the truth. | |
In the core of good old Albion, where the masters made their rules. | |
Here we fear a devils tune, to dance that you could fool us. | |
We spoke the grace of unity, and six of us stood strong. | |
A kinship and a company in the face of fought she' d wrong | |
For where could there be suffering in a fair and decent wage. | |
When a force stands up by his word in a passion of that age | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
All our fears came tumbling when they sent us to be tried. | |
Down upon the southern sea, to a dark and desperate life. | |
Yet all the months and years I served, I drank for England' s heart. | |
For in this wicked servitude I wish to play my part. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
My body shall not have its sleep, when I crave to finally lie. | |
With the bells caught off for faithful in this church while I reply. | |
It' s cool, the journey summons us no more to be abreast. | |
A voice to find his union, a place to find his rest. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. |
We stood upon the farthest shore, with the honesty of youth. | |
Here we have our blood and toil, as we dare to speak the truth. | |
In the core of good old Albion, where the masters made their rules. | |
Here we fear a devils tune, to dance that you could fool us. | |
We spoke the grace of unity, and six of us stood strong. | |
A kinship and a company in the face of fought she' d wrong | |
For where could there be suffering in a fair and decent wage. | |
When a force stands up by his word in a passion of that age | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
All our fears came tumbling when they sent us to be tried. | |
Down upon the southern sea, to a dark and desperate life. | |
Yet all the months and years I served, I drank for England' s heart. | |
For in this wicked servitude I wish to play my part. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
My body shall not have its sleep, when I crave to finally lie. | |
With the bells caught off for faithful in this church while I reply. | |
It' s cool, the journey summons us no more to be abreast. | |
A voice to find his union, a place to find his rest. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. | |
Each man will stand his ground, | |
Each man will rise. |