Song | The Last Farewell |
Artist | Elvis Presley |
Album | The Definitive Love Album |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Roger Whittaker/R.A.Webster | |
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor | |
Tomorrow for old England she sails | |
Far away from your land of endless sunshine | |
To my land full of rainy skies and gales | |
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow | |
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing | |
And the taste of war I know so very well | |
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising | |
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell | |
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow | |
But how bitter will be this last farewell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
Though death and darkness gather all about me | |
My ship be torn apart upon the seas | |
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands | |
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee | |
And should I return home safe again to England | |
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell |
Written: Roger Whittaker R. A. Webster | |
There' s a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor | |
Tomorrow for old England she sails | |
Far away from your land of endless sunshine | |
To my land full of rainy skies and gales | |
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow | |
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
I' ve heard there' s a wicked war ablazing | |
And the taste of war I know so very well | |
Even now I see the foreign flag araising | |
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell | |
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow | |
But how bitter will be this last farewell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
Though death and darkness gather all about me | |
My ship be torn apart upon the seas | |
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands | |
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee | |
And should I return home safe again to England | |
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell |
Written: Roger Whittaker R. A. Webster | |
There' s a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor | |
Tomorrow for old England she sails | |
Far away from your land of endless sunshine | |
To my land full of rainy skies and gales | |
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow | |
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
I' ve heard there' s a wicked war ablazing | |
And the taste of war I know so very well | |
Even now I see the foreign flag araising | |
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell | |
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow | |
But how bitter will be this last farewell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
Though death and darkness gather all about me | |
My ship be torn apart upon the seas | |
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands | |
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee | |
And should I return home safe again to England | |
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell | |
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly | |
More dearly than the spoken word can tell |