Letras
Here is a taste of the great rum-runners
Ships that sailed on the velvet harbor
Crews that broke the jug and poured your blood
Like flowing rum upon the sand
Sinking down, down, down
Upon the sand, upon the sea
Upon the hills of liquid green
They rise to fall, they rise again
Their dreams are tattered sails in the wind
Here is the wail of a lone flute playing
Those not hanged by time were slaying
Here is a cup of blood and tears
Here is the wail of a hundred years
Going down, down, down
Upon the sand, upon the sea
Upon the hills of liquid green
They rise to fall, they rise again
Their dreams are tattered sails in the wind
Overnight they turned to water
No blood ran when went the slaughter
Tears were few, though sighs were heavy
Bones were stacked in the main library hall
Turning down, down, down
'Til your dreams are touching ground
Rising up like gentle rain
They turn to rise and fall again
Running round and changing faces
Marking time and keeping pace
Ducking down a while to die
Their faces melt to barren sky
After all the trial and fury
They spared the judge but they hanged the jury
No one asked the reason why
Sentence passed, they turned the dial
Turning down, down, down
'Til your dreams are touching ground
Rising up like gentle rain
They turn to rise and fall again
Their dreams are tattered sails in the wind
Here is fire and bloody slaughter
Written on the thieves of water
Here is a ship with all hands singing
Here is a dock with dark men swinging
Down, down, down
Upon the sand, upon the sea
Upon the hills of liquid green
They rise to fall, they rise again
Their dreams are tattered sails in the wind
Here is a taste of the great rum-runners
Ships that sailed on the velvet harbor
Crews that broke the jug and poured your blood
Like flowing rum upon the sand
Sinking down, down, down
Upon the sand, upon the sea
Upon the hills of liquid green
They rise to fall, they rise again
Their dreams are tattered sails in the wind
Their dreams are tattered sails in the wind