Текст песни
Oh the tide rolls black through the Basin quay
Lanterns flicker where no soul should be
The nets come up but the catch won't speak
And the moon hides low for the dead and the weak
Smoke on the waterline
Wind in the hull
Voices in the mine
Salt in the skull
We sailed from Zennor 'fore the break of day
Barrels in the hold and a price to pay
No sails flew when we slipped by light
Just the Devil's luck and the cloak of night
Smoke on the waterline
Wind in the hull
Voices in the mine
Salt in the skull
Old Jack's bones in the chapel deep
Guard the coin no man should keep
They say the sea forgets no name
But none come back from the smuggler's lane
Smoke on the waterline
Wind in the hull
Voices in the mine
Salt in the skull