The Longships

We do not fear the longships, weve seen longships before
That sailed here from the northlands and hauled their boats to shore
They brought with them the music, the language and the lore
Burned their boats and stayed here on our island

Its midday in the wintertime before the moon goes pale
The winter suns are very long, the storm winds and the gales
The midnight sun is distant as the calling of the whales
Till springtime comes again to paint our island

The grey seal and the otter, the salmon and the tern
The land fowl and the sea trout and the free birds of the air
The shepherd and the farmer and all within their care
Harmonise the music of our island

Now we did not fear the longships until Lord Satn came
With armies from the plains of death to steal our souls away
But one thing that was certain we'd fight him come what may
Fight him for the freedom of our island

Now as if the seas had realised the tragedy in store
The waves rose up in anger and before a week or more
Most of his men were washed away and never reached the shore
And the sea regained his temper round our island

So let this be a warning to all whose foolish greed
Would bring them to our shorelines and not our warnings heed
The sea is our protector, provider for our need
The jealous guard and keeper of our island

We do not fear the longships, weve seen longships before
that sailed here from the northlands and hauled their boats to shore
They brought with them the music, the language and the lore
Burned their boats and died here for our island



This is my adaptation of a song from the Chilled Mead album No Sleep til Ragnarok,
which is itself an adaptation of a Ralph McTell song called The Islands, from the album Sand in your Shoes. Ralph McTell


Joe Lamb 2007


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