mike@mmacdonald.com" The Last Farewell "
By: Roger Whittacker
A ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour
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
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
I heard there's a wicked war a blazing
And the taste of war I know 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
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart by the sea
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me to thee
And should I return home again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell.
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly,
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell..... |
