The Last Farewell

The Last Farewell - Roger Whittaker

There's a ship lies rigged

And ready in the harbour

Tomorrow for old England she sails

Far away from your land

Of endless sunshine

To my land full of rainy skies and gales

And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow

Though my heart is full

Of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful

And I have loved you dearly

More dearly than the spoken word can tell

For you are beautiful

And I have loved you dearly

More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I heard there's a wicked war a blazing

And the taste of war I know so very well

Even now I see the foreign flag a raising

Their guns on fire as we sail into hell

I have no fear of death

It brings no sorrow

But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful

And I have loved you dearly

More dearly than the spoken word can tell

For you are beautiful

And I have loved you dearly

More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness

Gather all about me

And my ship be torn apart upon the seas

I shall smell again

The fragrance of these islands

In the heaving waves

That brought me once to thee

And should I return safe home

Again to England

I shall watch the English mist roll

Through the dell

For you are beautiful

And I have loved you dearly

More dearly than the spoken word can tell

For you are beautiful

And I have loved you dearly

More dearly than the spoken word can tell