| Song | Tall Ships Go |
| Artist | Big Country |
| Album | Steeltown |
| 作词 : Adamson, Brzezicki, Butler ... | |
| I dreamed I heard that you were dead | |
| I dreamed I searched an empty bed | |
| For a sign of you | |
| And the sea called hard to me | |
| Like a cell without a key | |
| And I felt the distance | |
| I watched the tall ships go | |
| With the drift wood on the flow | |
| With pride that grows in hardship | |
| And I knew you were below | |
| I hear your voice | |
| And it keeps me from sleeping | |
| Why must it always be dreams | |
| When your voice comes to me | |
| I dreamed you felt the typhoon spit | |
| And walked into the heart of it | |
| While the sea gulls cry | |
| I know how to feel that call | |
| It never suited me at all | |
| But some are born to it | |
| And you seemed so bright and hard | |
| Like a bloody edge of sword | |
| But if you’re an enemy | |
| Then you look a lot like me | |
| I hear your voice | |
| And it keeps me from sleeping | |
| Why must it always be dreams | |
| When your voice comes to me | |
| I dreamed you sailed me to the swamp | |
| In a black boat | |
| You spoke to me of things | |
| Of the shame that years will bring | |
| And I felt your hand shake | |
| Though you always seemed so hard | |
| Now I never see the sword | |
| And I find the enemy | |
| Has to feel the same as me | |
| I hear your voice | |
| And it keeps me from sleeping | |
| Why must it always be dreams | |
| When your voice comes to me |
| zuò cí : Adamson, Brzezicki, Butler ... | |
| I dreamed I heard that you were dead | |
| I dreamed I searched an empty bed | |
| For a sign of you | |
| And the sea called hard to me | |
| Like a cell without a key | |
| And I felt the distance | |
| I watched the tall ships go | |
| With the drift wood on the flow | |
| With pride that grows in hardship | |
| And I knew you were below | |
| I hear your voice | |
| And it keeps me from sleeping | |
| Why must it always be dreams | |
| When your voice comes to me | |
| I dreamed you felt the typhoon spit | |
| And walked into the heart of it | |
| While the sea gulls cry | |
| I know how to feel that call | |
| It never suited me at all | |
| But some are born to it | |
| And you seemed so bright and hard | |
| Like a bloody edge of sword | |
| But if you' re an enemy | |
| Then you look a lot like me | |
| I hear your voice | |
| And it keeps me from sleeping | |
| Why must it always be dreams | |
| When your voice comes to me | |
| I dreamed you sailed me to the swamp | |
| In a black boat | |
| You spoke to me of things | |
| Of the shame that years will bring | |
| And I felt your hand shake | |
| Though you always seemed so hard | |
| Now I never see the sword | |
| And I find the enemy | |
| Has to feel the same as me | |
| I hear your voice | |
| And it keeps me from sleeping | |
| Why must it always be dreams | |
| When your voice comes to me |