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Thousands Are Sailing

The Pogues2011年11月4日

Thousands Are Sailing 歌詞

Thousands Are Sailing - The Pogues

The island it is silent now

But the ghosts still haunt the waves

 

And the torch lights up a famished man

 

Who fortune could not save

 

Did you work upon the railroad

 

Did you rid the streets of crime

 

Were your dollars from the white house

 

Were they from the five and dime

 

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you

 

And did they still make you cry

 

Did you count the months and years

 

Or did your teardrops quickly dry

 

Ah no says he towas not to be

On a coffin ship I came here

And I never even got so far

 

That they could change my name

 

Thousands are sailing

 

Across the western ocean

 

To a land of opportunity

 

That some of them will never see

 

Fortune prevailing

 

Across the western ocean

 

Their bellies full

Spirits Their free

They'll break the chains of poverty

 

And they'll dance

 

In Manhattan's desert twilight

 

In the death of afternoon

 

We stepped hand in hand on Broadway

 

Like the first man on the moon

 

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence

 

As you whistled it so sweet

 

And in Brendan Behan's footsteps

I danced up and down the street

 

Then we said goodnight to Broadway

Giving it our best regards

 

Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen

 

Dear old Times Square's favorite bard

 

Then we raised a glass to JFK

 

And a dozen more besides

 

When I got back to my empty room

I suppose I must have cried

 

Thousands are sailing

 

Again across the ocean

 

Where the hand of opportunity

 

Draws tickets in a lottery

 

Postcards we're mailing

 

Of sky-blue skies and oceans

 

From rooms the daylight never sees

 

Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees

 

But dance to the music

And we dance

 

Thousands are sailing

 

Across the western ocean

 

Where the hand of opportunity

 

Draws tickets in a lottery

 

Where'er we go we celebrate

 

The land that makes us refugees

 

From fear of Priests with empty plates

From guilt and weeping effigies

 

But we dance to the music

 

 

And we dance