Manning - Charlestown lyrics

{Intro} Coming home... {Starting Out} 
The lights from the harbour, a rolling carpet on the tide
 and taut lines from the mast head can start to realign.
 There's no feeling that words can describe for the rising emotions that flow from the ones who survived We set out for Bristol town on a late Monday in July With calm sailing weather and horizons to rely on Weighed the anchor, stowed the Clay, 
Sank into the water and felt the groan of wood in the wake of briny spray {At Sea - Outbound} (Instrumental) {The Sailors Home} With even breaths a-spacing, we can watch the bowlines tracing in the foam that marks the cut lines on the Sea
 The Captain's contemplating all the money we'll be making 
When the cargos laid to rest on Bristol quay Its hands upon the decking when the rigging needs a-checking and the wind is blowing westward in the sails
 The point of no returning meets the point of easy earning
 but the forecast is for heavy rain and gale All alone on the Sailors home keep an eye on the distant star All alone in the churning waves with a turning of the wheel But the WATERWITCH is sturdy so she'll make it through our journey and see us safely back to homeland shores
 where the Leat up in the hills will concentrate the morning spills and push the water downwards from the moors All alone on the Sailors home keep an eye on the distant star All alone in the churning waves with a turning of the wheel Come Home to me, Come Home to me, I'll wait in the rising Sun Come Home to me. Come Home to me, Your final tale is undone {Pa**ed the Wreckers} All along the rocky edges, 
shadows on the cliff side
 and we see their shielded flames 
Fuelled by ruin and circumstance, Wreckers are out there again
 Staying close to the shorelines, waiting... for a moment of chance
 The WATERWITCH and its stalker hunters start the evenings dance The Captain grabs the spinning wheel and waiting for the strain
 oh, he pulls against the tide
 Turns the boat within the water the casting ropes are getting shorter as he guides this rocky ride 
We men aboard feel braced and steady grimly working, we are ready and locked inside this race Only echoed seagulls calling 
In the wake of early morning
 we try to break out from this place Safe ashore in their mothers arms, our children lie asleep
 far from harm and the crashing waves of souls consigned to the deep Tie the barrels, stow the flag lines
 Watchful for the breaker outlines, can we get free?
 Pray for life and open sea
 No darkened currents wait for me, over the side
 I'll be home again and grateful
 When the town throws its Welcome and the Winter Season comes This shipping life is short and brutal, crossings hard, pay is frugal but its my way of life! Safe ashore in their mothers arms, our children lie asleep
 far from harm and the crashing waves of souls consigned to the deep {Before the Storm} (Instrumental) {Maelstrom} (Instrumental) {Afloat} (Instrumental) {Becalmed} Gliding north on a black mirrored Sea
 There were thirty men aboard, now all but three Clinging to the shards where the mast should proudly be caught up sail and rope - a floating marquee We wait for the Wind but it has slipped away At last my dry lips move and I start to pray Oh Lord how can this be? 
So close to shore and final rest Body and mind take the final hopeless test {Out of our hands} (Instrumental) {The Tidal Bore} Overhead, hanging in the cloud,
 the guardian of the night shines down 
And I've never seen it look so grand, it's kissing the ground Tracing the smile upon its face, I feel a surge below the line And the mizzen stirs, serene transfers into a rising tide The bore that lifts the prow
 Gathers speed away towards the shore
 and the lights from the harbour houses
 wait in silent applause
 Just above the waves, gulls fly close to guide us in their word on the wind purges all our sins Going Home... {Outro} Coming Home Come Home to me Come Home to me