Quick and dirty this week due to travel plans. Fortunately this song came together in an instant, though it took a minute to dial in the right station.
lyrics
seventeen shouting sailors
port side setting sail
while white waves crested
tossing from a gale
in my breast i bore it
hidden well from view
gone rogue and insubordinate
as such feelings do
what would be our purpose
on that other shore
bearing with our innocence
these instruments of war
some men might find glory
of a fashion they could form
but for most it would be sorrow
for what we must perform
we’d sow in that red soil
where blood was freely shed
and plant it in our hearts
and fix it in our heads
while those who called that shot
that set it all in play
would feel no disruption
to another leisure filled day
seventeen shouting sailors
port side setting sail
while white waves crested
tossing from a gale
in my breast i bore it
hidden well from view
gone rogue and insubordinate
as such feelings do
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