And Also The Trees - Anchor Yard lyrics

rate me

She stands beneath the arch in anchor yard

And pulls her shawl around her back.

Her bandaged hands remember-

Hooks of iron hanging from the walls,

Fish guts in the blue-bricks

And the rain with the autumn falls

Around her shoulders like the night...

The strange songs they sang will always

Go round the moss walls

Where the hot sun crawls.

So come back mackerel days

Sing with me to the waves...

We were the knives and we were the hands,

Now we are the salt and we are the sand.

We are the song of anchor yard.