Lyrics Labour She Calls Home - Seth Lakeman

She stood there firm and straight,
Her face lean and strong,
Her eyes, the colour of water, shone,
She took one mighty leap,
A slow, steep ascend,
She bowed and moved with a young man′s strength.
This is the labour she calls home,
This is the labour she calls home.
One by one she climbed,
And the weight of morning burned,
Twelve timbers on her shoulders firm,
For her duty for the dawn,
As a kind gentle thief,
To struggle with each noble deed.
This is the labour she calls home,
This is the labour she calls home,
Out there, on her own.
She stood there weak and slim,
Her salvage now complete,
A pal picture on shattered peak,
For this scene of faith and pride,
Her late grand display,
A rich shelter for her final days.
This is the labour she calls home,
This is the labour she calls home,
This is the labour she calls home,
Out there, on her own.
Wherever you find her,
Whenever you need her
Whenever you want her,
This is her shelter,
Wherever you find her,
Whenever you need her
Whenever you want her,
This is her shelter,
Wherever you find her,
Whenever you need her
Whenever you want her,
This is her shelter.