England-Great Big Sea

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:03.75]We were far from the shores of England [00:07.95]Far from our children and wives [00:11.37]To play our hand in the Newfoundland [00:14.73]Where the wind cuts like a knife [00:18.39]We were far from the shores of England [00:25.05]We shipped on board the Maryanne [00:28.77]To find a better life [00:32.15]And we walked across the water [00:35.82]When she broke up on the ice [00:39.69]We came ashore in Carbonear [00:43.38]With nothing but our rights [00:46.83]And I wondered if I e'er again [00:50.46]Would see my London lights [00:54.12]We were far from the shores of England [00:58.32]Far from our children and wives [01:01.74]To play our hand in the Newfoundland [01:05.12]Where the wind cuts like a knife [01:08.76]We were far from the shores of England [01:15.39]We spend our days amid the waves [01:18.96]Working water hook and twine [01:22.74]We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks [01:26.16]Waiting for the sun to shine [01:29.94]But as long as the sky hold over us [01:33.75]We will not taste the brine [01:37.29]And we'll curse the cod [01:39.06]With the fear of God [01:40.89]As we haul in every line [01:44.52]We were far from the shores of England [01:48.54]Far from our children and wives [01:52.11]To play our hand in the Newfoundland [01:55.50]Where the wind cuts like a knife [01:59.13]We were far from the shores of England [02:03.36]Far from our native soil [02:06.81]To chase a wish and hunt the Fish [02:10.16]And on the rocks to toil [02:33.21]Should we find Fortune's Favour [02:36.93]And be spared from the gale [02:40.38]We will live off honest labour [02:44.01]With our hearts as big as sails [02:48.06]But if I should die don't bury me [02:51.75]Or leave me to the sea [02:54.36]Please send my bones back to my home [02:58.71]Where my spirit can be free [03:02.49]We were far from the shores of England [03:06.54]Far from our children and wives [03:10.02]To play our hand in the Newfoundland [03:13.38]Where the wind cuts like a knife [03:17.13]We were far from the shores of England [03:21.21]Far from our native soil [03:24.69]To chase a wish and hunt the Fish [03:28.02]And on the rocks to toil [03:31.68]We were far from the shores of England