Lowest Of The Low St Brendan`s Way Lyrics

St Brendan`s Way Lyrics

Our fortunes are fleeting 

And our passage in steer 

And God knows if I'll perish 

In my twenty-fifth year 



In this ship full of scurvy 

With my bride at my hand 

But I shall kiss her tenderly 

In the great Newfoundland 



And it's love / hope that we follow today 

If we dare follow St. Brendan's way 



Our fathers were tillers 

And our mothers knew chance 

And we've tasted hunger 

In Ireland and France 



And these seeds of misfortune 

St. Bartholomew's Day 

Shall be drowned in the new world 

Chosen St. Brendan's way 



There's a light shining on you tonight 

A siren call, a harbour town... a northern light 



A curse on the Union Jack 

On its empire and lance 

And I'll piss on the troubled head 

Of king Charles of France 



But that's all behind us now a thousand miles away 

And nothing can match the beauty 

In the sight of Gaspe 



There's salt on your naked skin 

And there's salt in my tears 

And without you I'd pass away 

Under these privateers 



But that baby inside you 

Is the work of our hand 

A child of the revolution 

And a free thinking man