Along The Western Seaboard Songtext
von Declan O’Rourke
Along The Western Seaboard Songtext
Heavenly Father, could you hear the prayers I offer You today?
Some of the people in the parish have been asking me to pray for them
They have no strength to help themselves, they need help fending for themselves
And we do all we can do, but there′s so little that we can do
And this is the worst winter I know of, even worse than last
The snow has stayed for too long on the ground, and for the second year around now
All across our little island, we give all our sweat and toil
And still, the crops, they have all rotted in the soil
And all along the western seaboard, they await with open hands
For something to feed their children or a ship to foreign lands
But there's nothing here to give them, except for chicken feed and sand
While Britannia rules the roost with Ireland hands
Lord, what can we do now? Oh, good Lord, what can we do
When we need to feed so many, and there′s not even for the few?
Lord, what can we do now? Lord, what can we do?
They are starving, they are freezing
And their clothes have all worn through
Heavenly Father, Your people need You more than ever now
It's such a desperate situation that the nation's in somehow
I can′t see many pulling through, ′cause even if we had the food to feed them
Many have disease, Lord, I hope You hear our pleas
They are scattered by the roadside, in the towns and in the fields
And there's not even food to work for, never mind beg, lend or steal
And if we go by the predictions, with starvation and eviction
Some two million will be dead before we′re through
Still, all along the western seaboard, they all wait with open hands
For something to feed their children or a ship to foreign lands
But there's nothing here to give them, except for chicken feed and sand
While Britannia rules the roost with Ireland hands
Lord, what can we do now? Oh, good Lord, what can we do
When we need to feed so many, and there′s not even for the few?
Lord, what can we do now? Lord, what can we do?
They are starving, they are freezing
And their clothes have all worn through
They have no one now but You
Some of the people in the parish have been asking me to pray for them
They have no strength to help themselves, they need help fending for themselves
And we do all we can do, but there′s so little that we can do
And this is the worst winter I know of, even worse than last
The snow has stayed for too long on the ground, and for the second year around now
All across our little island, we give all our sweat and toil
And still, the crops, they have all rotted in the soil
And all along the western seaboard, they await with open hands
For something to feed their children or a ship to foreign lands
But there's nothing here to give them, except for chicken feed and sand
While Britannia rules the roost with Ireland hands
Lord, what can we do now? Oh, good Lord, what can we do
When we need to feed so many, and there′s not even for the few?
Lord, what can we do now? Lord, what can we do?
They are starving, they are freezing
And their clothes have all worn through
Heavenly Father, Your people need You more than ever now
It's such a desperate situation that the nation's in somehow
I can′t see many pulling through, ′cause even if we had the food to feed them
Many have disease, Lord, I hope You hear our pleas
They are scattered by the roadside, in the towns and in the fields
And there's not even food to work for, never mind beg, lend or steal
And if we go by the predictions, with starvation and eviction
Some two million will be dead before we′re through
Still, all along the western seaboard, they all wait with open hands
For something to feed their children or a ship to foreign lands
But there's nothing here to give them, except for chicken feed and sand
While Britannia rules the roost with Ireland hands
Lord, what can we do now? Oh, good Lord, what can we do
When we need to feed so many, and there′s not even for the few?
Lord, what can we do now? Lord, what can we do?
They are starving, they are freezing
And their clothes have all worn through
They have no one now but You
Writer(s): Declan Edward O'rourke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
