Sencillo / Pista

Along the Western Seaboard

Declan O'Rourke•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

Letras

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