Lyrics Eight Bells - Ricky Warwick

Eight Bells

The river called my people here
With faith and hope I dream
Built this as an outpost
Just to hear the eagle scream
I watched it rise and touch my sky
That mask the very sun
I listen to the doubters
That claimed it can’t be done
I’ve nothing more to give to you
My body tired and sore
My fists are broke and bloody
From punching bedroom doors
For I told you we’d have better days
Wrapped up against the cold
When hunger roared from deep inside
And hatred blocked our own
I spent all my golden years
Trying to wear this thorny crown
Seems I’m rearranging deck chairs now
On a ship that’s going down
On a ship that’s going down
I don’t know who I tried to fool
It surely wasn’t you
The crying when your heart was weak
Told me every lie was true
These papers in a pocket
Of the coat your Father wore
We have one last chance at anything
Far away from Erin Shore
I spent all my golden years
Trying to wear this thorny crown
Seems I’m rearranging deck chairs now
On a ship that’s going down
On a ship that going down
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Hold on and carry us on
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Hold on and carry us on
The ancient kings and towns of Yore
Crossed Ireland in a day but our roads stretched
Out for ever when we chose to run away
For no more than a minute
As the ropes slipped off the quay
I tasted our tomorrow
In the stillness of the sea
I spent all my golden years
Trying to wear this thorny crown
Seems I’m rearranging deck chairs now
On a ship that’s going down
On a ship that’s going down
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Hold on and carry us on
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Just hold on and carry us on
No don’t let go
Don’t let go
Hold on and carry us on