The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
Red sails wide
With the turning tide
To leeward, Swing
On the heavy spar
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Of red and gold
A brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
On Margate Sands
I can connect
Nothing with nothing
The broken fingernails of dirty hands
My people
Humble people
Who expect
Who expect nothing
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Dave Fennell - Thames Maidens Lyrics
Dave Fennell - Thames Maidens Lyrics
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English
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
Red sails wide
With the turning tide
To leeward, Swing
On the heavy spar
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Of red and gold
A brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
On Margate Sands
I can connect
Nothing with nothing
The broken fingernails of dirty hands
My people
Humble people
Who expect
Who expect nothing
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Oil and tar
The barges drift
Red sails wide
With the turning tide
To leeward, Swing
On the heavy spar
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Of red and gold
A brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
On Margate Sands
I can connect
Nothing with nothing
The broken fingernails of dirty hands
My people
Humble people
Who expect
Who expect nothing
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Weialala leia
Weialala la
Writer: Thomas Eliot
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