THE SEAGULLS
Seagulls, seagulls!Birds of the air and sea!Seagulls, seagulls!Have you a word for me?Have you a word of my boy out there,Who left my heart and my cottage bare,Who left his mother and did his share;Tell me birds of the sea and air,Have you a word for me?Seagulls, seagulls!Birds of the wind and wave!Seagulls, seagulls!Back from the sailor’s grave.Have you a word from my man who died,Out in the track of the cruiser’s stride,Where death’s the price of a nation’s pride;Tell me birds of the wind and tide,How did my man behave?Mourners, mourners!Mothers of men and boys!Mourners, mourners!Death never quite destroys.Rather think of the deeds they wrought,Out in the dark where the squadrons fought;Think of their deaths as the price that boughtFreedom and honour, and hail the thought,Sorrows are future joys.
Seagulls, seagulls!Birds of the air and sea!Seagulls, seagulls!Have you a word for me?Have you a word of my boy out there,Who left my heart and my cottage bare,Who left his mother and did his share;Tell me birds of the sea and air,Have you a word for me?Seagulls, seagulls!Birds of the wind and wave!Seagulls, seagulls!Back from the sailor’s grave.Have you a word from my man who died,Out in the track of the cruiser’s stride,Where death’s the price of a nation’s pride;Tell me birds of the wind and tide,How did my man behave?Mourners, mourners!Mothers of men and boys!Mourners, mourners!Death never quite destroys.Rather think of the deeds they wrought,Out in the dark where the squadrons fought;Think of their deaths as the price that boughtFreedom and honour, and hail the thought,Sorrows are future joys.
Seagulls, seagulls!Birds of the air and sea!Seagulls, seagulls!Have you a word for me?Have you a word of my boy out there,Who left my heart and my cottage bare,Who left his mother and did his share;Tell me birds of the sea and air,Have you a word for me?
Seagulls, seagulls!
Birds of the air and sea!
Seagulls, seagulls!
Have you a word for me?
Have you a word of my boy out there,
Who left my heart and my cottage bare,
Who left his mother and did his share;
Tell me birds of the sea and air,
Have you a word for me?
Seagulls, seagulls!Birds of the wind and wave!Seagulls, seagulls!Back from the sailor’s grave.Have you a word from my man who died,Out in the track of the cruiser’s stride,Where death’s the price of a nation’s pride;Tell me birds of the wind and tide,How did my man behave?
Seagulls, seagulls!
Birds of the wind and wave!
Seagulls, seagulls!
Back from the sailor’s grave.
Have you a word from my man who died,
Out in the track of the cruiser’s stride,
Where death’s the price of a nation’s pride;
Tell me birds of the wind and tide,
How did my man behave?
Mourners, mourners!Mothers of men and boys!Mourners, mourners!Death never quite destroys.Rather think of the deeds they wrought,Out in the dark where the squadrons fought;Think of their deaths as the price that boughtFreedom and honour, and hail the thought,Sorrows are future joys.
Mourners, mourners!
Mothers of men and boys!
Mourners, mourners!
Death never quite destroys.
Rather think of the deeds they wrought,
Out in the dark where the squadrons fought;
Think of their deaths as the price that bought
Freedom and honour, and hail the thought,
Sorrows are future joys.