| Lyrics: | (TaylorBuffettMayer)
Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel
and back when your
grandfather's father was young,
men of these shores made and gave up their lives pulling up fish
from the sea.
While down in the African slavery trade, stealing young men to cut sugar
cane,
rum to New Bedford and codfish from Maine,
they were building a wall that will always
remain.
Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain,
the white man's religion, the
family name.
Two hundred years later and who is to blame?
The captain or the cargo or the
juice of the sugar cane?
The doryman he knows when the riptides will run,
he sets out
his nets and he sits in the sun.
He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum and he waits for
the codfish to come.
It's the same goddamned ocean that keeps them alive,
it will
swallow you up, it will let you survive.
It will heal you and steal you and take you
away
like a note in a bottle with nothing to say
Now back when this earth was a silver
blue jewel
And back when your grandfather's father was young,
Men of these shores made and
gave up their lives pulling up fish from the sea. |
