Tác giả : Barclay James Harvest, The
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The boy 
I was cast adrift, without a hope 
My only friend is my old boat 
With an empty sea and an open sky 
A void no man can justify 
The old man 
Your sacrifices will ensure 
A port of refuge ever more 
Lost and drowned 
We'll wait 'til england's found 
Again 
 
The boy 
I was torn between what was good and right 
And those who told me when to fight 
So they left me here and they sailed away 
To sink or swim 'til judgement day 
 
The old man 
Your sacrifices will ensure 
A port of refuge ever more 
Lost and drowned 
We'll wait 'til england's found 
Again