Four Hours

(альбом: Cures What Ails Ya - 2020)

Come me boys and heave with me
Let's get off this curs-ed sea
Let's be home to lovers and wives
And leave behind these four hour lives

(Four Hours)
Working on the swell
(Four Hours)
Slogging in the rain
(Four Hours)
Working to the bell
(Then Four Hours)
'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave with me
The wind's my friend and my enemy
It carries me home but it must be tamed
Everything lost or everything gained

(Four Hours)
Working on the swell
(Four Hours)
Slogging in the rain
(Four Hours)
Working to the bell
(Then Four Hours)
'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave with me
Got scabrous hands and bloody knees
When the bell tolls, I'll go below
My hands will callous and my strength will grow

(Four Hours)
Working on the swell
(Four Hours)
Slogging in the rain
(Four Hours)
Working to the bell
(Then Four Hours)
'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave away
Soaked and heavy heaving under the spray
Will I ever shed this salt on my brow?
Better the dust from under my plow

(Four Hours)
Working on the swell
(Four Hours)
Slogging in the rain
(Four Hours)
Working to the bell
(Then Four Hours)
'Til it starts again

When I'm back in Bristol town
I'll buy my love a silken gown
We'll lie in each others arms and rest
Until that bell sounds in my chest

(Four Hours)
Working on the swell
(Four Hours)
Slogging in the rain
(Four Hours)
Working to the bell
(Then Four Hours)
'Til it starts again

Four Hours
Hauling on the sheets!
Four Hours
Keeping our feet!
Four Hours
Wrap me in the shroud
Then Four Hours
Lay me in the ground