You have come to hear me play
Sacred songs upon this bay of life
But listen, hear the plea
In the distance you will see
Your sisters on the water, sailing for the shore
Beg, steal or barter
Crying out for, crying out for more
Lonely landlocked sailors, making out to sea
Cannot find their jailors
No choice but to, no choice but to leave
Lord, love the madman, sitting by the fire
Sticking in his fingers
To make the flame grow higher
And higher and higher
Honesty will have you see
Children stranded off the lea shore
Running cannot set you free
Buried deep inside will be
All mankind on the battlements, growling like a dog
Noble kings and presidents
Sleeping like a, sleeping like a fog
And there goes Sister Mary, heading for the door
Worried, worn and harried
Can’t take any, can’t take anymore
credits
from No Name CD,
released December 24, 2010
Music and lyrics, vocals and all instruments: Frank Leidt
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