Here's a taste of the great rum runners,
ships that sail on the velvet harbor,
crews that broke the jug and poured your
blood like flowing rum upon the sand.
Sinking down, down, down upon the sand,
upon the sea, upon the hills of liquid green.
Their eyes can follow their eyes again,
their dreams a tattered sail in the wind.
Those not hanged by time are slayin'
Here's a cup of blood and tears
Here's the whale of a hundred years
Upon the sand, upon the sea
Upon the hills of liquid green
They rise to fall, they rise again
Their dreams a tattered sail in
Overnight they turned the water,
no blood ran when you went to slaughter.
Tears were few, those sighs were heavy,
bones were stacked in the main library hall.
Turnin' down, down, down,
Till your dreams are touchin' ground.
Risin' up like gentle rain,
Return to rise and fall again.
Runnin' round and changin' faces,
Markin' time and keepin' paces,
Just duckin' down a while to die,
their faces melt to barren sky
After all the trial and fury, they spare the
judge but they hang the jury
No one asked the reason why,
sentence passed, they turn to die
Turnin' down, down, down,
till your dreams are touchin' ground
Risin' up like gentle rain,
they turn to rise and fall again
Their dreams are tattered
Here is fire and bloody slaughter writ
ten on the thieves of water
Here is a ship with all hands singing
Here is a dock with dark men swinging
Down, down, down upon the sand,
Upon the hills of liquid green they
rise to fall and rise again
Their dreams are tattered
Ships would sail on the pelvic harbor
A cruise that broke the jugular's
Upon the sand, upon the sea
Upon the hills of liquid green
They rise, they fall, they rise again
Their dreams are tattered
Their dreams are tattered sails in
