The Visitor Songtext
von The Willows
The Visitor Songtext
The Visitor from Whitby Town
Was wrecked at Robin Hood′s Bay
Their crew with a longboat spied offshore
At the breaking of the day
But Robin Hood with no lifeboat had
No answer to their pleas
So the lifeboat men from Whitby Town
Did brave the raging seas
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you're face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman′s night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
Those brave young men battling the seas
Were knocked back by raging gales
They had no chance of landing her
No point in setting sail
So they hauled their lifeboat up to the shore
Away from all the spray
And they pulled that boat down the Scarborough Road
Down to Robin Hood's Bay
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you're face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman′s night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
From Whitby on, from Robin Hood′s Bay
The men came out in force
Shovelling through the snowdrifts
As they towed across the moors
They lowered her down the steepest cliffs
Into the raging seas
And the brave men on board battled through the surf
But this time wasn't to be
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you′re face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman's night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
Back to shore, a fresh cool wind
They launched back out to sea
With John Skelton guiding them
Through rocks and through debris
The Visitor′s crew were saved
By people's work as one
So a drink to them and their families
To all that they have done
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you′re face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman's night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
Was wrecked at Robin Hood′s Bay
Their crew with a longboat spied offshore
At the breaking of the day
But Robin Hood with no lifeboat had
No answer to their pleas
So the lifeboat men from Whitby Town
Did brave the raging seas
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you're face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman′s night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
Those brave young men battling the seas
Were knocked back by raging gales
They had no chance of landing her
No point in setting sail
So they hauled their lifeboat up to the shore
Away from all the spray
And they pulled that boat down the Scarborough Road
Down to Robin Hood's Bay
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you're face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman′s night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
From Whitby on, from Robin Hood′s Bay
The men came out in force
Shovelling through the snowdrifts
As they towed across the moors
They lowered her down the steepest cliffs
Into the raging seas
And the brave men on board battled through the surf
But this time wasn't to be
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you′re face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman's night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
Back to shore, a fresh cool wind
They launched back out to sea
With John Skelton guiding them
Through rocks and through debris
The Visitor′s crew were saved
By people's work as one
So a drink to them and their families
To all that they have done
Two hundred men
Eight miles through the snow
Taking nothing was ever granted
Using hope to their advantage
As they hauled
So when you′re face to face with a desperate plight
Think about Henry Freeman's night
Could have ridden them off
Could have stopped the fight
But they never said die
Writer(s): James Maxwell Collins, Justin Sharbono Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

