Sterker

In M'n Bloed

Adrenaline

Blijven Rijden

Helen / Hou Me Vast

Hou Me Vast

Als Thuis

Terug In M'n Armen

Sopla el gran viento

INTRODUCTION

VERSE
O, Bryan Hardcastle the cobles are moored.
and down in The Fish Quay the ghosts are aboard.
The calico’s furled and the tide is still low,
so rest a while longer, till the time comes to go.

CHORUS
It’s the life of a young man to be fishing these shores.
For there’s scant other work on the North Eskdale Moors.
The young men must toil under sail and with oars,
for there’s scant other work on the North Eskdale Moors.

INTERLUDE

VERSE
The haddock are sleeping and safe from the net.
So rest you my fisher lad - do not rise yet.
The hillcrests of Saltwick are scarce tinged with red.
So sleep a while longer and keep to your bed.

CHORUS
It’s the life of a young man to be fishing these shores.
For there’s scant other work on the North Eskdale Moors.
The young men must toil under sail and with oars,
for there’s scant other work on the North Eskdale Moors.

INSTRUMENTAL

VERSE
The cold-hearted Ocean knows nothing of men.
It takes them or leaves them, no heed where or when.
The candles are out in the homes round the Bay,
so stay in my arms, love, till the first light of day.

CHORUS
It’s the life of a young man to be fishing these shores.
For there’s scant other work on the North Eskdale Moors.
The young men must toil under sail and with oars,
for there’s scant other work on the North Eskdale Moors.


The North Eskdale Moors

Too Holy To Be Born

Hou Me Vast

MEAU

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