Prayer

歌詞

Give us a wreck or two, good lord For winter in Topsail Tickle is hard With grey frost creepin' like a Mortal Sin And perishin' lack of bread in the bin A grand, rich wreck, we do humbly pray Busted abroad at the break-of-day And hove clear in 'cross Topsail Reef With vittles and gear to beguile our grief One grand wreck, or maybe two With gear and vittles to see us through Till the spring starts up like the leap-of-day And the fish strike back into Topsail Bay Lord of reefs and tides and sky Heed ye our need and hark to our cry Bread by the bag and beef by the cask Ease for sore bellies is all we ask One rich wreck, for thy hand is strong A barque or a brig from up-along Bemused by the twisty tides, oh lord For winter in Topsail Tickle is hard Loud and long will we sing thy praise Merciful father, oh, ancient of days Master of fog and tide and reef Heave us a wreck to beguile our grief Amen