Song | Noseworthy and Piercy |
Artist | Enter the Haggis |
Album | Gutter Anthems |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fisherman | |
Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland | |
Oh the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder | |
Ah she holds the devil by the hand | |
"Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose | |
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below | |
The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser | |
Whispering a warning o'er the lines | |
Those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
Salt water in our veins and the captain at the reins | |
Our wandering souls the freest | |
Our wandering souls the freest of the free | |
When the mother ship's cannon cracked the signal to return | |
The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above | |
Poseidon the king and the wind his jester | |
Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair | |
The black water boiled and the dory pitched and toiled | |
Can you hear the claxon calling out your name | |
Are we anchored to a fate to die upon the waves | |
Far from all our family | |
Far from all our family and friends | |
Tiny fingers pressed agains the window pane | |
Find your father's star upon the sea | |
Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillow case | |
Until the day when he returns again | |
Wind breath of wind and bones of ice | |
They cast their cries into the night | |
Lost, alone, adrift, alive | |
After two days and nights with the oars in the grave | |
The two men were given for gone, gone away | |
Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell | |
Their families learned the story of their fate | |
But on the ocean high a rescue had come by | |
And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side | |
After two months gone the blessed harbour of St. John's | |
Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide | |
For those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
But when the heart is strong you'll return where you belong | |
They made it back to Newfoundland | |
They made it back to Newfoundland again |
zuo qu : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fisherman | |
Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland | |
Oh the ocean' s an angel with the face of a flounder | |
Ah she holds the devil by the hand | |
" Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose | |
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below | |
The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser | |
Whispering a warning o' er the lines | |
Those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
Salt water in our veins and the captain at the reins | |
Our wandering souls the freest | |
Our wandering souls the freest of the free | |
When the mother ship' s cannon cracked the signal to return | |
The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above | |
Poseidon the king and the wind his jester | |
Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair | |
The black water boiled and the dory pitched and toiled | |
Can you hear the claxon calling out your name | |
Are we anchored to a fate to die upon the waves | |
Far from all our family | |
Far from all our family and friends | |
Tiny fingers pressed agains the window pane | |
Find your father' s star upon the sea | |
Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillow case | |
Until the day when he returns again | |
Wind breath of wind and bones of ice | |
They cast their cries into the night | |
Lost, alone, adrift, alive | |
After two days and nights with the oars in the grave | |
The two men were given for gone, gone away | |
Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell | |
Their families learned the story of their fate | |
But on the ocean high a rescue had come by | |
And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side | |
After two months gone the blessed harbour of St. John' s | |
Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide | |
For those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
But when the heart is strong you' ll return where you belong | |
They made it back to Newfoundland | |
They made it back to Newfoundland again |
zuò qǔ : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fisherman | |
Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland | |
Oh the ocean' s an angel with the face of a flounder | |
Ah she holds the devil by the hand | |
" Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose | |
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below | |
The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser | |
Whispering a warning o' er the lines | |
Those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
Salt water in our veins and the captain at the reins | |
Our wandering souls the freest | |
Our wandering souls the freest of the free | |
When the mother ship' s cannon cracked the signal to return | |
The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above | |
Poseidon the king and the wind his jester | |
Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair | |
The black water boiled and the dory pitched and toiled | |
Can you hear the claxon calling out your name | |
Are we anchored to a fate to die upon the waves | |
Far from all our family | |
Far from all our family and friends | |
Tiny fingers pressed agains the window pane | |
Find your father' s star upon the sea | |
Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillow case | |
Until the day when he returns again | |
Wind breath of wind and bones of ice | |
They cast their cries into the night | |
Lost, alone, adrift, alive | |
After two days and nights with the oars in the grave | |
The two men were given for gone, gone away | |
Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell | |
Their families learned the story of their fate | |
But on the ocean high a rescue had come by | |
And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side | |
After two months gone the blessed harbour of St. John' s | |
Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide | |
For those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
But when the heart is strong you' ll return where you belong | |
They made it back to Newfoundland | |
They made it back to Newfoundland again |