Al Stewart On The Border Lyrics

On The Border Lyrics

The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms
across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost
moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the
border

On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa 
the winds they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the
night
The hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those
who're waiting on the border

In the village where I grew up
Nothing
seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one
notices the customs slip away

Late last night the rain was knocking at
my window
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I thought
I saw down in the street
The spirit of the century
Telling us that we're
all standing on the border

In the islands where I grew up
Nothing
seems the same
It's just the patterns that remain
An empty shell
But
there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well

The fishing boats go
out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish
border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the
clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border

On the border
On
the border
On the border