THE LAST FAREWELL
(Roger Whittaker)

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor,
Tomorrow for old England she sails,
Far away from your land of endless sunshine,
To my land full of rainy skies and gales,
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow,
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell,

cho: For you are beautiful,
And I have loved you dearly,
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
For you are beautiful,
And I have loved you dearly,
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.

I heard there's a wicked war a-blazing,
And the taste of war I know so very well.
Even now I see this foreign flag a-raising,
Their guns on fire as we sail into Hell.
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow,
But how bitter will be this last farewell,

Though death and darkness gather all about me,
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea,
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands,
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee,
And should I return safe home again to England,
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell,

Copyright Roger Whittaker
@sailor @war @home
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