DRY LAND
© 2021 Chris Price
My latest offering. Unusually for me it’s a blues. This was written a while ago when I became aware of the plight of refugees fleeing in terror from war and abuse only to find themselves in terrible danger on the seas as they tried to find a new life in Europe and elsewhere. Covid-19 is awful but no more so than what these guys go through.
https://soundcloud.com/chris-price-824458122/dry-landAs the ship sales on out to sea, oblivious to the waves
don’t know what’s out there you see, or if anyone will be saved
I know you all paid out the money, all shelled out the dough
Chasing the dream, now it’s all out of your hands
Cross my fingers, nobody understands
Gotta spare a thought for the children, mustn’t bury them in the sand
Fortune Godspeed, I hope you all make dry land
Living rough on the beaches, makes no sense at all
This is exactly what we created, every time we wage a war
It’s time to tear down the customs and open up the door
Chasing the dream, now it’s all out of your hands
Cross my fingers, nobody understands
Gotta spare a thought for the children, mustn’t bury them in the sand
Fortune Godspeed, I hope you all make dry land
Chasing the dream, now it’s all out of your hands
Cross my fingers, nobody understands
Gotta spare a thought for the children, mustn’t bury them in the sand
Fortune Godspeed, I hope you all make dry land
And on my website (song 31):
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