Roger Whittaker The Last Farewell
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour Tomorrow for old England she sails Far away from your land of endless sunshine To my land full of rainy skies and gales And I shall be on board that ship tomorrow Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell For you are beautiful und I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful und I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell. I heard there's a wicked war ablazing And the taste of war I know so very well Even now I see the foreign flag araising Their guns on fire as we sailed into hell I have no fear of death it brings no sorrow But how bitter will be this last farewell For you are beautiful and I have loved you dearly . Though death and darkness gather all about me And my ship be torn apart upon the sea I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee And should I return safe home again to England I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell For you are beautiful and I have loved you dearly .
