On evenings such as these,
Silent and uncertain
Before unhappy weather,
I feel like a night-watchman
On the bridge of ship,
Steaming far abroad
No one but me to watch
And welcome it in,
To prepare for the debacle
Tomorrow.
On evenings such as these,
Silent and uncertain
Before unhappy weather,
I feel like a night-watchman
On the bridge of ship,
Steaming far abroad
No one but me to watch
And welcome it in,
To prepare for the debacle
Tomorrow.