Songtexte
Red
sky
in
the
morning,
banshee
still
sleeping
But
sure
as
the
evening
crowns
the
day
When
she
wakes
to
keen
your
fate
And
fortune
forefit
if
to
be
tied
Out
here
on
your
side
On
your
side
I'll
hold
the
line
When
our
audacious
hope
spoils
useless
And
the
waves
start
to
repeal
your
plimsoll
line
Put
your
trembling
hand
in
mine
I'll
whistle,
in
the
dark
you
hide
Out
here
on
your
side
On
your
side
I'll
hold
the
line
On
your
side
when
the
doctor
can
no
more
do
mending
On
your
side
where
the
seraph
tires
his
wing
and
tread
On
your
side
where
no
lark
has
been
ascending
I'll
hold
the
line
Out
here
on
your
side
I'll
hold
the
line
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