Where e'er we go we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees.
The trees know more than they can tell
The ghosts the saints and the scholars will haunt you
In Heaven and in Hell
Rattled by the glimmer man, the holy man and bogey man,
Living in the shadows, the shadows of a gunman.
The trees know more than they can tell
The ghosts the saints and the scholars will haunt you
In Heaven and in Hell
Rattled by the glimmer man, the holy man and bogey man,
Living in the shadows, the shadows of a gunman.
The worst are full of passionate intensity.
The worst are full of passionate intensity.
And the wind is in the quay
And she's fast moving out to the sea
On a ship bound for St. John's
3000 miles away
A human cargo my comrades and me
And the wind is in the quay
And she's fast moving out to the sea
On a ship bound for St. John's
3000 miles away
A human cargo my comrades and me