Tytuł: Driving The Last Spike

• Wykonawca: Genesis
• Wyświetleń: 279

In the early 1800's, large groups of mainly unskilled labourers built England's Railways. The cost in human terms alone was very high...
  
  
  Leaving my family behind me
  not knowing what lay ahead
  waving goodbye, as I left them in tears
  remembering all we'd said
  
  I looked to the sky, I offered my prayers
  I asked Him for guidance and strength
  but the simple beliefs of a simple man
  lay in His hands, and on my head
  
  I gave everything that they wanted
  but still they wanted more
  we sweat and we toiled
  good men lost their lives
  I don't think they knew what for
  
  I sold them my heart
  I sold them my soul
  I gave everything I had
  ah but they couldn't break my spirit
  my dignity fought back,
  fightback
  can you hear me
  can you see
  Don't you hear me
  don't you see
  
  We worked in gangs for all we were worth
  the young boys pulling the wagons
  we were digging the tunnel, shifting the earth
  it was then that it happened.
  
  No-one knew how the cracks appeared
  but as it fell they all disappeared
  stone fell like rain
  
  Can you hear me,
  Can you see
  Don't you hear me
  Can you breathe
  
  The smoke cleared, the dust it settled
  No one knew how many had died
  all around there were broken men
  they'd said it was safe, they'd lied
  you could hear the cries, you could smell the fear
  but good fortune that day was mine
  and it occurred to me the heart of a good man
  it seems is hard to find.
  
  Can you hear me,
  can you see
  Don't you hear me
  don't you see
  
  We worked, how we worked like
  the devil for our pay
  through the wind, through the snow,
  and through the rain
  
  Blasting and cutting through Gods country like a knife
  sweat stinging my eyes, there has to be a better life
  
  Ah but I can hear my childrens' cry
  I can see the tears in their eyes
  memories of those I've left behind
  still ringing in my ears
  Will I ever go back again
  Will I ever see her face again
  I'll never forget that night
  As they waved goodbye to their fathers
  
  We came from the North,
  and we came from the South
  with picks and with spades
  and a new kind of order
  showing no fear of what lies up ahead
  They'll never see the likes of us again
  
  Driving the last spike,
  lifting and laying the track
  with blistering hands,
  the sun burning your back
  
  Oh but I can hear my childrens' cry
  I can see the tears in their eyes
  memories of those I've left behind
  still ringing in my ears
  Well I'll always remember that night,
  As they waved goodbye to their fathers
  
  We followed the rail, we slept under the stars
  digging in darkness, and living with danger
  showing no fear of what lies up ahead
  they'll never see the likes of us again
  
  can you hear me
  can you see
  Don't you hear me
  don't you see