Shipyard Apprentice Songtext
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Shipyard Apprentice Songtext
I was born in the shadow of the Fairfield Kirrin
Where the blast o′ a freighter's horn
Was the very first sound that reached my ears
On the morning I was born
I lay and I listened to the shipyard sound
Coming out of the unknown
And was lulled to sleep by the mother tongue
That was to be my own
But before I grew to be one year old
I heard the sirens scream
As the city watched in the blacked-out night
A wandering search might bring
And then at last I awoke and rose
To my first day of days
For I′d learned that the battle to stay alive
Was never going to cease
I sat and I listened to my father tell
Of the days that he once knew
When ye either slaved it for a measly wage
Or you joined the parish crew
As times grew harder day by day
Along the riverside
I oft times heard my mother sigh
It was tears that made the Clyde
Now I've sat in the school frae '94
And I′ve dreamed of the world outside
Where the revellers and the bleeters watch
Their ships slip tae the Clyde
I′ve served my time behind the shipyard gates
And I sometimes mourn my lot
But if any man tries to mess me about
I will fight like my father fought
Where the blast o′ a freighter's horn
Was the very first sound that reached my ears
On the morning I was born
I lay and I listened to the shipyard sound
Coming out of the unknown
And was lulled to sleep by the mother tongue
That was to be my own
But before I grew to be one year old
I heard the sirens scream
As the city watched in the blacked-out night
A wandering search might bring
And then at last I awoke and rose
To my first day of days
For I′d learned that the battle to stay alive
Was never going to cease
I sat and I listened to my father tell
Of the days that he once knew
When ye either slaved it for a measly wage
Or you joined the parish crew
As times grew harder day by day
Along the riverside
I oft times heard my mother sigh
It was tears that made the Clyde
Now I've sat in the school frae '94
And I′ve dreamed of the world outside
Where the revellers and the bleeters watch
Their ships slip tae the Clyde
I′ve served my time behind the shipyard gates
And I sometimes mourn my lot
But if any man tries to mess me about
I will fight like my father fought
Writer(s): Miles, Vivian Campbell, Fisher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

