Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silver Ships Of Andilar, artist - Townes Van Zandt. Album song High, Low And In Between, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.09.1996
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Silver Ships Of Andilar |
Of those that sailed the silver ships |
From Andilar I am the last |
The deeds that rang our youthful dreams |
It seems shall go undone |
North for the shores of Valinor |
Our bows and crimson sails were made |
Our captains were strong, our lances long |
And our liege the holy king |
The hills did turn from green to blue |
And vanish as on the decks we watched |
But every thought in that noble company |
Was forward bound |
To the lifeless plains of Valinor |
Where reigns the dark and frozen one |
And with tongues afire and glorious eyes |
We pledged our mission be The clime from mild to bitter ran |
The wind from fair to fierce did blow |
Oath and prayer did turn to thoughts |
Of homes left far behind |
Longed every man for some glimpse of land |
And the host that did await us there |
But each new day brought only a sea |
And sky of ice and gray |
Thanks give no word can drag you through |
Those endless weeks our ships did roll |
Thanks give you cannot see those sails |
And faces bleach and draw |
Ice we drank and leather did chew |
For the oceans are unwholesome there |
The dead that slid into the seas |
Did freeze before our eyes |
Then a wind did fling the ships apart |
Each one to go her separate way |
The sky did howl, the hull did groan |
For how long I do not know |
And what men were left when the winds had ceased |
Grew dull and low of countenance |
For soldiers denied their battle plain |
On comrades soon must turn |
So one by one we died alone |
Some by hunger, some by steel |
Bodies froze where they did fall |
Their souls unsanctified |
Until only another and I were left |
Then just before his flame did fail |
We shone ourselves brothers-in-arms |
To serve the holy king |
Perhaps this shall reach Andilar |
Although I know not how it can |
For once again he’s hurled his wind |
Upon the silver prow |
But if it should my words are these |
Arise young men fine ships to build |
And set them north for Valinor |
'Neath standards proud as fire |