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The albatross once filled the skies Cormorants watched silent, from the shore These are echoes of times long ago There's nothing here for them any more The coastline littered with sunken ships Villages full of ghosts Empty buildings and empty lives Where just the sea gulls act as hosts Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out past the breakers and out to the sea Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out on the Ocean, where my soul is set free The cod stocks have dwindled There was no need to stay There's no catch of the day, son From here to Gaspe' The canneries shuttered The landscape has changed I may be a sailor But, my life's rearranged Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out past the breakers and out to the sea Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out on the Ocean, where my soul is set free The Grand Banks are empty Our boats are in hock There's nothing that grows here Except depression and rock While others moved onward I'll stay 'till I'm dead Now, I feed off the tourists I work the casinos instead Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out past the breakers and out to the sea Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out on the Ocean, where my soul is set free The salt air still calls me The wind in my sails The sound of the rigging Heading off to Kinsale The coastline is empty Where Ghost towns now stand It used to be vibrant But now just sea grass and sand Oceans Away Lads, Oceans Away On out past the breakers, and out to the see Oceans away lads, Oceans Away I still am a sailor, and I always will be
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Oceans Away Lads
The albatross once filled the skies Cormorants watched silent, from the shore These are echoes of times long ago There's nothing here for them any more The coastline littered with sunken ships Villages full of ghosts Empty buildings and empty lives Where just the sea gulls act as hosts Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out past the breakers and out to the sea Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out on the Ocean, where my soul is set free The cod stocks have dwindled There was no need to stay There's no catch of the day, son From here to Gaspe' The canneries shuttered The landscape has changed I may be a sailor But, my life's rearranged Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out past the breakers and out to the sea Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out on the Ocean, where my soul is set free The Grand Banks are empty Our boats are in hock There's nothing that grows here Except depression and rock While others moved onward I'll stay 'till I'm dead Now, I feed off the tourists I work the casinos instead Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out past the breakers and out to the sea Oceans away lads, Oceans away Out on the Ocean, where my soul is set free The salt air still calls me The wind in my sails The sound of the rigging Heading off to Kinsale The coastline is empty Where Ghost towns now stand It used to be vibrant But now just sea grass and sand Oceans Away Lads, Oceans Away On out past the breakers, and out to the see Oceans away lads, Oceans Away I still am a sailor, and I always will be
#dead#empty#ghost#sailor#oceans#boats#ships#towns#sunken#coastine
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
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