On Morecambe Bay-Christy Moore
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[ti:On Morecambe Bay]
[ar:Christy Moore]
[al:Folk Tale]
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[00:00.00]On Morecambe Bay - Christy Moore
[00:06.94]Written by：Kevin Littlewood
[00:13.89]Out beyond the street lamps where the calliopes roar
[00:18.59]
[00:20.00]Past the rack and samphire beyond the shore
[00:24.87]
[00:25.83]I've seen them walking through the tide as rain cuts through the spray
[00:31.24]
[00:32.33]Chinese cockle-pickers on the sands of Morecambe Bay
[00:37.24]
[00:39.65]I stood behind them in the corner shop and in the market too
[00:44.73]
[00:45.94]I should have spoken to them told them everything I knew
[00:50.89]
[00:52.19]Like our mothers told us as we went out to play
[00:56.94]
[00:58.18]Never try and race the tide on the sands of Morecambe Bay
[01:03.27]
[01:05.79]For the tide is The Devil it will run you out of breath
[01:10.91]
[01:12.43]Race you to the seashore chase you to your death
[01:17.20]
[01:18.40]The tide is the very Devil and the Devil has its day
[01:23.27]
[01:24.34]On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
[01:28.19]
[01:30.08]Saw them sending money orders home their hard earned pay
[01:35.77]
[01:36.84]Tales of crossing borders on the road to Morecambe Bay
[01:41.73]
[01:43.13]Sleeping in crowded rooms on cold hard floors
[01:48.06]
[01:49.43]Such dreamless life is not worth dying for
[01:54.17]
[01:56.43]I see them in the distance laid out in the morning light
[02:01.56]
[02:03.65]Migrant workers 23 were drowned last night
[02:07.61]
[02:08.95]Their final phonecalls halfway round the world crossed
[02:13.64]
[02:14.73]As between the river estuaries they raced the tide and lost
[02:19.74]
[02:22.48]For the tide is The Devil it will run you our of breath
[02:27.35]
[02:28.64]Race you to the seashore chase you to your death
[02:33.72]
[02:34.89]The tides is the very Devil and The Devil has its day
[02:39.89]
[02:40.81]On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
[02:44.75]
[02:47.11]In Fujian and Zeeland they mourn their next of kin
[02:52.08]
[02:53.08]Gang masters with snake tattoos call money loans back in
[02:58.18]
[02:59.36]Broked hearted parents watch their children stow away
[03:04.23]
[03:05.18]To the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
[03:09.24]
[03:20.80]The tide is the very Devil and The Devil has its day
[03:25.54]
[03:26.70]On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
[ar:Christy Moore]
[al:Folk Tale]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]On Morecambe Bay - Christy Moore
[00:06.94]Written by：Kevin Littlewood
[00:13.89]Out beyond the street lamps where the calliopes roar
[00:18.59]
[00:20.00]Past the rack and samphire beyond the shore
[00:24.87]
[00:25.83]I've seen them walking through the tide as rain cuts through the spray
[00:31.24]
[00:32.33]Chinese cockle-pickers on the sands of Morecambe Bay
[00:37.24]
[00:39.65]I stood behind them in the corner shop and in the market too
[00:44.73]
[00:45.94]I should have spoken to them told them everything I knew
[00:50.89]
[00:52.19]Like our mothers told us as we went out to play
[00:56.94]
[00:58.18]Never try and race the tide on the sands of Morecambe Bay
[01:03.27]
[01:05.79]For the tide is The Devil it will run you out of breath
[01:10.91]
[01:12.43]Race you to the seashore chase you to your death
[01:17.20]
[01:18.40]The tide is the very Devil and the Devil has its day
[01:23.27]
[01:24.34]On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
[01:28.19]
[01:30.08]Saw them sending money orders home their hard earned pay
[01:35.77]
[01:36.84]Tales of crossing borders on the road to Morecambe Bay
[01:41.73]
[01:43.13]Sleeping in crowded rooms on cold hard floors
[01:48.06]
[01:49.43]Such dreamless life is not worth dying for
[01:54.17]
[01:56.43]I see them in the distance laid out in the morning light
[02:01.56]
[02:03.65]Migrant workers 23 were drowned last night
[02:07.61]
[02:08.95]Their final phonecalls halfway round the world crossed
[02:13.64]
[02:14.73]As between the river estuaries they raced the tide and lost
[02:19.74]
[02:22.48]For the tide is The Devil it will run you our of breath
[02:27.35]
[02:28.64]Race you to the seashore chase you to your death
[02:33.72]
[02:34.89]The tides is the very Devil and The Devil has its day
[02:39.89]
[02:40.81]On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
[02:44.75]
[02:47.11]In Fujian and Zeeland they mourn their next of kin
[02:52.08]
[02:53.08]Gang masters with snake tattoos call money loans back in
[02:58.18]
[02:59.36]Broked hearted parents watch their children stow away
[03:04.23]
[03:05.18]To the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
[03:09.24]
[03:20.80]The tide is the very Devil and The Devil has its day
[03:25.54]
[03:26.70]On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
