Текст песни The Raft (Live at Roundhouse) - Fat Freddy's Drop

Though my hands are cold
And my mouth is dry
This journey's told
Is a mountain high
Though the wind she burns
Like an ageless flame
She will give me strength
So I can move again

And though my people may not be many
We are ready for the storm to come
And though my people may not be many
We are ready to be strong as one
Though my people may not be many
We are ready for the storm to come
Though my people may not be many
We are ready

We've got to find a way
Let it be done, let it be done
Do you want to keep the faith
Until the storm has broken?
We have got to find a way
To rise above the pain

My men come, he cross the waters
My men come he cross the seas, yes
He has the sons, he has the daughters
But he brings with him sea, ooh

Though my people may not be many
We are ready for the storm to come
Though my people may not be many
We are ready to be strong as one
And though my people, travel light
They are willing to fight the fight. And though my people may not be many we are ready, yeah

We've got to find a way
Let it be done, let it be done. Do you want to keep the faith
Until the storm has broken, yeah
We have got to find a way
To rise above the pain

Give love,give love, give love
Give me stranger, give me stranger
Give me stranger, give me stranger
Give me strang, give me stranger

We lose over like a willow tree

It's been a longtime since I've seen you
Can you still stand strong
At the things of your mountain
Where you sing your song
Come with you want some fashion if that's what you think is good
Come with you straving me to me its all the same
Come with you want some fashion if that's what you think is good
I, I, I, I,I