Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Driving The Last Spike, artist - Genesis. Album song Live - The Way We Walk Volume Two: 'The Longs', in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Driving The Last Spike |
Leaving my family behind me |
Not knowing what lay ahead |
Waving goodbye, as I left them in tears |
Remembering all we’d said |
I looked to the sky, I offered my prayers |
I asked Him for guidance and strength |
But the simple beliefs of a simple man |
Lay in His hands, and on my head (my head) |
I gave everything that they wanted |
But still they wanted more |
We sweat and we toiled |
Good men lost their lives |
I don’t think they knew what for |
I sold them my heart |
I sold them my soul |
I gave everything I had |
Ah, but they couldn’t break my spirit |
My dignity fought back |
(fight back) |
(just fight back) |
Ah, can you hear me? |
Can you see? |
Don’t you hear me? |
Don’t you see? |
We worked in gangs for all we were worth |
The young boys pulling the wagons |
We were digging the tunnel, shifting the earth |
It was then that it happened |
No one knew how the cracks appeared |
But as it fell they all disappeared |
Stone fell like rain |
Ah, can an you hear me? |
Can you see? |
Don’t you hear me? |
(Can) Can you breathe? |
The smoke cleared, the dust it settled |
No one knew how many had died |
All around there were broken men |
They’d said it was safe, they’d lied |
You could hear the cries, you could smell our fear |
But good fortune that day was mine |
And it occurred to me that the heart of a good man- |
It seems is hard to find |
Ah, can you hear me? |
Can you see? |
(Don't) Don’t you hear me? |
(Don't) Don’t you see? |
We worked, how we worked like |
The devil for our pay |
Through the wind, through the snow |
And through the rain |
Blasting, cutting through God’s country like a knife |
With sweat stinging my eyes, there has to be a better life |
But I can hear my childrens' cry |
I can see the tears in their eyes |
Memories of those I’ve left behind |
Still ringing in my ears |
Will I ever go back again? |
Will I ever see her face again? |
Cause I’ll always remember the night- |
As they waved goodbye to their fathers |
We came from the North |
We came from the South |
With picks and with spades |
And a new kind of order |
Showing no fear of what lies up ahead |
They’ll never see the likes of us again |
Driving the last spike |
Lifting and laying the track |
With blistering hands |
The sun burning your back |
But I can hear my childrens' cry |
I can see the tears in their eyes |
Oh the memories of those I’ve lft behind |
They’re still ringing in my ears |
Well I’ll always remember that night |
As they waved goodbye to their fathers |
We followed the rail, we slept under the stars |
Digging in darkness, and living with danger |
Showing no fear of what lies up ahead |
They’ll never see the likes of us again |
Ah, can you hear me? |
Can you see? |
(Don't) Don’t you hear me? |
(Don't) Don’t you see? |