Colin Ma**on - The Wreckers lyrics

White horses running high The zeros angry at the sky The rudder sheared she takes the furry of the storm The rocky shore is throwing now The stricken vessel lurches like a hind that has been brought to pain The storm a fearsome hunter that has bloodied out the light of day The trap is sprung the teeth are bared the granite tears the keel away The long boats down and broken and the rocky coast will have its way On the cliffs they stand and wait (wait) (wait) (wait) For the waters to a bait (a bait) (a bait) (a bait) They bless the storm and set to sharpening their knives (their knives) (their knives) They leave the rest to wind and fate (fate) (fate) (fate) A great ship of the ocean laid in high upon a distant mane A proud and gordy galleon full of treasure for the king of Spain But storms care not for silver boat, or greed, or slavering or pain Off course and lost all hands are drowned the Spaniards loose the wreckers gain And God have mercy on the souls Oh mother Mary be to me And those that fair upon the sea The blood and danger of the Spanish main The stranger in a far country Oh Lord eternal set me free (Lord eternal set me free) This is not were I want to be (Stranger in a far country) I pray for life against our savage enemies on land, and caring sea