
Date of issue: 31.12.1979
Song language: English
Murmansk Run / Ellis Island |
Your father sailed on the Murmansk Run |
To guide the flocks of the ships home one by one |
Grey beneath the Arctic sun |
Or the glow of Northern Lights |
I see you have his photograph |
His eyes are watching for dangers fore or aft |
Trading days beneath the sun |
For the cold and wintry nights of the Murmansk run |
He never did come home to you |
It’s long forgotten, a childhood dream or two |
But something of the cold got through |
And it lingers in your eyes |
On days like these you hear the wind |
And feel the chill of the ice floes closing in |
Trading days beneath the sun |
For the cold and wintry nights of the Murmansk run |
Save our souls, river of darkness over me |
Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea |
Now you hide yourself from view |
You seem to find it an easy thing to do |
Trading days beneath the sun |
For the cold and wintry nights of the Murmansk run |
Save our souls, river of darkness over me |
Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea |
Well you wake up in the morning on Hester street |
And run to the factory, You can’t afford to be late |
Working every morning, every evening, every day |
For your money, Yet there’s nothing to save |
Watching your life pass by the window |
Feeling it all run through your hands |
Counting the thousands behind in the lines |
Waiting time for their chance |
From Ellis Island, day after day |
From Ellis Island, dreams slip away |
Meanwhile from the market come the cries |
Of every tongue and every nation |
Refugeless refugees |
Faces from the endless plains of Russia |
Blonde Norwegian, dark Croatian |
Songs in sad minor keys |
Feeling the heat inside the furnace |
Trying to make that break away |
Reaching their hands for a grip |
On the edge just to slip back again |
From Ellis Island, day after day |
From Ellis Island, dreams slip away |
Ah well I’ve heard it said |
If you just use your head |
You can make your fortune here |
One lucky break and that’s all it would take |
But it never seems to be near |
Another day, another ship pulls into harbor |
And the crowd spills down the gangway |
Clutching their suitcases tight |
Blinking in the sunlight at the door of the new world |
They hold the handrail |
With all the past thrown behind |
Caught in between now and forever |
Wondering just what lies ahead |
Each one is waiting and hoping |
The door will be open to them |
On Ellis Island, day after day |
On Ellis Island, time slips away |
From Ellis Island, day after day |
From Ellis Island, dreams slip away |
Save our souls, river of darkness over me |
Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea |
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