文本歌词

Christmas At Sea - Sting
All day we fought
The tides between the North
Head and the South
All day we hauled
The frozen sheets to scape the
Storms wet mouth
All day as cold as charity
In bitter pain and
Dread
For very life and nature
We tacked from head
To head
We gave the South a wider berth
For there the
Tide race roared;
But every tack we made
We brought the North
Head close aboard:
We saw the cliffs and
Houses and the breakers
Running high
And the coastguard in his garden
His glass
Against his eye
The frost was on the village
Roofs as white as
Ocean foam;
The good red fi res
Were burning bright in every
Long shore home;
The windows sparkled
Clear and the chimneys
Volleyed out;
And I vow we sniffed
The victuals as the vessel
Went about
The bells upon the
Church were rung with a
Mighty jovial cheer;
For its just that
I should tell you how of all days
In the year
This day of our adversity
Was blessed Christmas
Morn
And the house above the
Coastguards was the
House where I was born
And well I knew the talk they had
The talk that
Was of me
Of the shadow on the
Household and the son that
Went to sea;
And oh the wicked fool I seemed
In every kind
Of way
To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed
Christmas Day