Song | Your Tall Ship |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | The Thin Man Sings Ballads |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Far, so far away... | |
surely you remember | |
log book pages frayed | |
that fanned the flames of long ago, | |
guttered in the grate, | |
shadows in the embers... | |
look away, look for home. | |
Voices on the air, | |
running with the current; | |
wind and tide set fair, | |
ship to shore the message goes, | |
all in love is fair – | |
across the raging torrent, | |
sail away, sail for home; | |
look away, look for home. | |
Land-locked lovers, landlub friends, in procession: | |
all rites of passage have an end. | |
Look away, sail away, | |
sail your tall ship home. | |
We are ocean-borne, | |
far from any harbour, | |
from our moorings torn, | |
ghosts that fly for all we know... | |
turn to face the storm | |
that's building off to starboard, | |
sail away, sail for home, | |
look away, look for home. | |
Look away in the Roaring Forties. | |
Land-locked lovers, littoral friends, | |
the succession never ends... | |
the spirit's willing to carry on; | |
all rites of passage make us strong. | |
Sail away, | |
sail away, | |
sail your tall ship home. |
Far, so far away... | |
surely you remember | |
log book pages frayed | |
that fanned the flames of long ago, | |
guttered in the grate, | |
shadows in the embers... | |
look away, look for home. | |
Voices on the air, | |
running with the current | |
wind and tide set fair, | |
ship to shore the message goes, | |
all in love is fair | |
across the raging torrent, | |
sail away, sail for home | |
look away, look for home. | |
Landlocked lovers, landlub friends, in procession: | |
all rites of passage have an end. | |
Look away, sail away, | |
sail your tall ship home. | |
We are oceanborne, | |
far from any harbour, | |
from our moorings torn, | |
ghosts that fly for all we know... | |
turn to face the storm | |
that' s building off to starboard, | |
sail away, sail for home, | |
look away, look for home. | |
Look away in the Roaring Forties. | |
Landlocked lovers, littoral friends, | |
the succession never ends... | |
the spirit' s willing to carry on | |
all rites of passage make us strong. | |
Sail away, | |
sail away, | |
sail your tall ship home. |
Far, so far away... | |
surely you remember | |
log book pages frayed | |
that fanned the flames of long ago, | |
guttered in the grate, | |
shadows in the embers... | |
look away, look for home. | |
Voices on the air, | |
running with the current | |
wind and tide set fair, | |
ship to shore the message goes, | |
all in love is fair | |
across the raging torrent, | |
sail away, sail for home | |
look away, look for home. | |
Landlocked lovers, landlub friends, in procession: | |
all rites of passage have an end. | |
Look away, sail away, | |
sail your tall ship home. | |
We are oceanborne, | |
far from any harbour, | |
from our moorings torn, | |
ghosts that fly for all we know... | |
turn to face the storm | |
that' s building off to starboard, | |
sail away, sail for home, | |
look away, look for home. | |
Look away in the Roaring Forties. | |
Landlocked lovers, littoral friends, | |
the succession never ends... | |
the spirit' s willing to carry on | |
all rites of passage make us strong. | |
Sail away, | |
sail away, | |
sail your tall ship home. |