On Morecambe Bay

Play with capo on 2 Standard Tuning Morecambe Bay Verse 1. Out beyond the street lamp's And the calliope's roar, Past the wrack and samphire, Beyond the shore, I have seen walking through the tide As the rain cuts through the spray, Chinese Cockle pickers On the sands of Morecambe Bay I stood beside them in the corner shop And in the market too I should have spoken to them Told them everything I knew; Like our mothers told us As we went out to play Never try and race the tide On the sands of Morecambe Bay For the tide's the very devil, It will run you out of breath, Race you to the sea shore, Chase you to your death, Yes the tide's the very devil And the devil has his day On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay Saw them sending money orders home There hard earned pay Tales of crossing borders On the road to Morecambe Bay; Sleeping in crouded rooms On cold hard floors Sutch dreamless life Is not worth dieing for Now I see them in the distance Laid out in the morning light, Migrant workers, Twenty-three where drowned last night. Their final phone calls Half the world had crossed Between the river esureys They raced the tide and lost.' For the tide's the very devil, It will run you out of breath, Race you to the sea shore, Chase you to your death, Yes the tide's the very devil And the devil has his day On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay In Fujian and Xelang They mourn their next of kin, Gang masters with snake tattoos, Call money lones back in Broken hearted parents Watch their children stow away, To die among the Cockle banks of Morecome Bay For the tide's the very devil, And the devil has his day On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay