Here's another one, don't know who wrote it.


Solomon Browne

The squealing birds, the moaning surf,
Sing their own wordless lament,
The eight who left their homes that night,
Knew they set no precedent.
"Only one man from each family,
For this trip to eternity,"
Is all the Coxswain said.

Chorus:
In the dark and brooding water,
There is no burial mound,
But the grey cliffs of Lamorna mark,
The grave of the Solomon Browne.
By the unforgiving Cornish sea,
A legend is handed down,
About the lifeboat from Penlee,
And the men of the Solomon Browne.

Into the howling, thrashing sea,
They launched their puny boat,
Trusting that God and ability,
Will keep the craft afloat.
Determined to reach the Union Star,
But the airman knows their chances are,
Somewhat less than remote.

(Chorus)

And when the long black night is done,
The dawn bleakly appears,
Revealing shapes in its sullen light,
That crystallise the fears.
The sea retreats, it's anger spent,
Leaving signs of it's contempt,
And we are left to dry the tears.

(Chorus)