WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR A STORY?
Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 2:58 pm
WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR A STORY?
Would you like to hear a story,
a story about the sea -
would you like to hear a story
of how it used to be?
Of how we climbed the rigging,
yes, climbed that wooden mast
and of how we set the mainsails
to make those ships sail fast
And how when the waves came breaking,
breaking across the bow,
how we stood our watch on deck
and held on, God knows how?
How we crawled along the decks,
those cold decks of icy glass,
and how we hoped and prayed
for those awful storms to pass?
How the ships were thrown and tossed,
tossed as hard as could be
and of the many men we lost
to that cruel and angry sea?
How the captains flogged us
yes, flogged us for our pay,
flailed us till we crawled below
and in our wet bunks we’d lay?
How we lived on beef and biscuits,
weevily biscuits full of holes
and how the sun burnt our backs
almost burnt our very souls?
Of how when we made the harbour,
that warm harbour of content,
how we would drink that devil rum
till our meagre pay was spent
And how when we’d spent our money,
spent it all, the very last,
how we would go and sign again
to sail before the mast?
Now when the wild winds come howling,
a howling across the sky,
how I wish that I was sailing
and could watch the salt spray fly,
But no more I’ll go a sailing,
sailing o’er the deep blue sea,
there’s a different ship a waiting
waiting for me at the quay.
Soon my shipmates will sign on,
yes, all sign on there with me
and we will all sail to heaven
to heaven and not to sea.
Yes, we will all go a sailing,
sailing through those pearly gates
and we’ll sail right up to Jesus
and he’ll call us all his mates!
Vic Jefferies (2011)
Would you like to hear a story,
a story about the sea -
would you like to hear a story
of how it used to be?
Of how we climbed the rigging,
yes, climbed that wooden mast
and of how we set the mainsails
to make those ships sail fast
And how when the waves came breaking,
breaking across the bow,
how we stood our watch on deck
and held on, God knows how?
How we crawled along the decks,
those cold decks of icy glass,
and how we hoped and prayed
for those awful storms to pass?
How the ships were thrown and tossed,
tossed as hard as could be
and of the many men we lost
to that cruel and angry sea?
How the captains flogged us
yes, flogged us for our pay,
flailed us till we crawled below
and in our wet bunks we’d lay?
How we lived on beef and biscuits,
weevily biscuits full of holes
and how the sun burnt our backs
almost burnt our very souls?
Of how when we made the harbour,
that warm harbour of content,
how we would drink that devil rum
till our meagre pay was spent
And how when we’d spent our money,
spent it all, the very last,
how we would go and sign again
to sail before the mast?
Now when the wild winds come howling,
a howling across the sky,
how I wish that I was sailing
and could watch the salt spray fly,
But no more I’ll go a sailing,
sailing o’er the deep blue sea,
there’s a different ship a waiting
waiting for me at the quay.
Soon my shipmates will sign on,
yes, all sign on there with me
and we will all sail to heaven
to heaven and not to sea.
Yes, we will all go a sailing,
sailing through those pearly gates
and we’ll sail right up to Jesus
and he’ll call us all his mates!
Vic Jefferies (2011)
