Lyrics:
(Row, row, row)
(Row, row, row)
(Row, row, row, row)
The ships await us by the Birka quay
All prepared with sixty oars
They will carry us
aboard came two by two
All aboard will he come for you
All aboard Noah built the arc
All aboard before the day was dark
All aboard run from the frey
All
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
Sing him to the shore
By day their oars became their mantra, at night they camped along the way
Shared music round the fire with folks from Wales
A floating dream for two . . . )
Oh, I keep hoping that
The oars will stray
So we could drift forever
And a day!
'Cause, there's no boat like a rowboat
"And now for something completely different"
Hey!, Fuck you we crush crews the oar way
I'm, Sicker then using period blood for war paint
Fans
Trouble is on it's way
It's on it's way
Another day, another decision
One that eventually affects us both
Teach me to whisper, cause I feel
the merry dance no more
Trampled the evening river-buds by Nile's embroidered shore,
That day the gonfalons were down, the silver lamps untrimmed,
Sad
animal
Can't say I had a ball
Anyway got to save the hay
For a rainy day
Sail away
Just let the blues from your day to day
Fade away
No sun
Sky light shade
My mother told me
Someday I would buy
Galleys with good oars
Sails to distant shores
Stand up high in the prow
Noble barque I steer
Steady course for
Ralph. (recit.)
Can I survive this overbearing
Or live a life of mad despairing,
My proffered love despised, rejected?
No, no, it's not to be
it without you
Here by my side
We sailed between
Each waveline
Your oars pulled away
Behind mine
Turbulence tries it's way
But I know together we'll
I could float on mirror seas
For a million days
Watching the ripples round me show my face
Reflections paint me new
Underneath this plane there is
lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"
On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
We come
tell a purpose of folklore
Please define me by my people, that I hold dear
So I can climb inside that easel, and disappear
Please define me by my people,
a parable of a mans plan
I splash my oar into the sea
Blissfully agony breaking beneath
The tables set before me
The krakens and the whales they cant fit
We rowed from Weston one fine day
Round Black Rock and into the bay
We rowed from Weston one fine day
We were seven in a boat
clong Brean Down we
the lighthouse in the end
So long old pal, don't you worry about me
See you when I lay down my oars and hang up my pole
And walk by the memory of a man in chains
on anyway
I've got an oar to row
And I row
Like everyone who has stayed
and left
We're just like a rolling stone
All we hope
The sun will give us a
bathing
him in when he needed some shelter
Tried to make him feel he was one of us again
There was one day oh I can remember
He sat alone with a pencil in
him in when he needed some shelter
Tried to make him feel he was one of us again
There was one day oh I can remember
He sat alone with a pencil in
men,
Who gave their lives for the glorious days
The sacred abode of the one eye God
Is full of courageous men,
A coward will never find glory or his way
more exhibition than voyeur, oh boy
Cold dawn mist incarnate
Every day, I wake up in a different carcass
If I climb out quiet I'm myth before tea
I see
fucked by the moment
I'm keeping me grandmother close, she's my beacon of hope, if she goes I won't cope
Nowadays, feel we're stuck in a boat
That's
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