Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Shipyard Apprentice... Yonder Banks-, artist - Archie Fisher. Album song Sunsets I've Galloped Into, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 19.02.1996
Record label: Red House
Song language: English
The Shipyard Apprentice... Yonder Banks- |
We lived over yonder banks |
Where those tall cranes touch the sky |
Down beside the dockyard wall |
Where those terraced houses lie |
And I think we lived at number four |
Or was it number six? |
It was such a long, long time ago |
I can’t remember which |
We lived over yonder banks |
Over there |
We played tag on yonder tip |
When the watchman was away |
Up and down we used to run |
A hundred times a day |
When the shipyard’s sirens blew |
We’d chase each other home |
But that was quite some time ago |
Some thirty years or so |
We lived over yonder banks |
Over there |
Well I’m at the station now |
Waiting for the evening train |
Wondering if by some small chance |
I might pass this way again |
Though I left the town where I was born |
Deep inside I know |
A little will remain with me |
No matter where I go |
For we lived over yonder banks |
Over there |
And I was born in the shadow of a fair field clean |
Where the blast of the freighter’s horn |
Was the very first sound that reached my ears |
On the morning I was born |
I lay and I listened to the shipyard sounds |
Coming out of the great unknown |
And was sung to sleep by the mother toungue |
That was to be my own |
But before I grew to one year old |
I heard the siren’s scream |
As a city watched in the blacked out night |
A wandering searchlight beam |
And then at last I woke and rose to my first day of peace |
When I learned that the battle to stay alive |
Was never going to cease |
I sat and listened to me father tell |
Of the days that he once knew |
When you either sweated for a measly wage |
Or you’d join the parish queue |
As times grew harder day by day |
Along the riverside |
I ofttimes heard my mother say |
It was tears that made the clime |
Now I’ve sat in the school three nine to four |
I’ve dreamed o' the world outside |
Where the riveter and the plater watch |
Their ships slip tae the clibe |
I’ve served my time behind shipyard gates |
And I sometimes mourn my lot |
But if any man tries to mess me about |
I fight like my father fought |
We lived over yonder banks |
Over there |