Text und Musik Phil Coulter
On a cold winter's night, with the storm at it's height
A lifeboat answers a call.
They pitched and they tossed, 'till we thought they were lost
As we watched from the harbour wall.
'Tho the night was pitch black, there was no turning back
For someone was waiting out there, And each volunteer had to live with his fear
As we joined in a silent prayer.
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Home, home, home from the sea
Angels of mercy, answer our plea
And carry us home, home, home from the sea
Carry us safely home from the sea.
As they battled their way past the mouth of the bay
It was blowing like never before.
As they gallantly fought everyone of them thought
Of love ones back on the shore.
Then a flicker of light and they knew they were right
There she was on the crest of a wave.
She's an old fishing boat and she's barely afloat.
Please God, there are souls we can save.
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And back in the town, on astreet that runs down
To the sea and the harbour wall.
They had gathered in pairs at the foot of the stairs,
To wait for a radio call.
Then just before dawn, when all hope was gone,
Came ahush, and a faraway sound.
'Twas the coxswain, he roared "All survivors on board
Thank God, and we're homeward bound"
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