England Lyrics - Fortune's Favour - Great Big Sea

We were far from the shores of England 

Far from our children and wives 

To play our hand in the Newfoundland 

Where the wind cuts like a knife 

We were far from the shores of England 

We shipped on board the Maryanne 

To find a better life 

And we walked across the water 

When she broke up on the ice 

We came ashore in Carbonear 

With nothing but our rights 

And I wondered if I e'er again 

Would see my London lights 

We were far from the shores of England 

Far from our children and wives 

To play our hand in the Newfoundland 

Where the wind cuts like a knife 

We were far from the shores of England 

We spend our days amid the waves 

Working water, hook and twine 

We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks 

Waiting for the sun to shine 

But as long as the sky hold over us 

We will not taste the brine 

And we'll curse the cod 

With the fear of God 

As we haul in every line 

We were far from the shores of England 

Far from our children and wives 

To play our hand in the Newfoundland 

Where the wind cuts like a knife 

We were far from the shores of England 

Far from our native soil 

To chase a wish and hunt the Fish 

And on the rocks to toil 

We were far from the shores of England 

Should we find Fortune's Favor 

And be spared from the gale 

We will live off honest labor 

With our hearts as big as sails 

But if I should die don't bury me 

Or leave me to the sea 

Send my bones back to my home 

Where my spirit can be free 

We were far from the shores of England 

Far from our children and wives 

To play our hand in the Newfoundland 

Where the wind cuts like a knife 

We were far from the shores of England 

Far from our native soil 

To chase a wish and to hunt the Fish 

And on the rocks to toil 

We were far from the shores of England