Album: Ballad of the Maida Vale
Women, Children. To the lifeboats!
The waves strike, like knives in a board,
and crashes down like swords, heavy to hold.
And we fall faster, down into the sea,
screaming, save me, save me!
Ooh, our cries drowned by the storming sounds,
and air, long since found our lungs;
do we deserve to fall so young?
But we fall faster, down into the sea,
screaming, forgive me, forgive me! Ooh
My eyes open slowly and glanced upon a scene,
my men, lay beached, caressed by the sea.
Each had a cloak over him,
looking as though to bind him.
As each struggled against his own,
the rags seemed to repair as they were torn. Suffocating and devastating,
the cloaks could not be lifted,
no matter how gifted my men were.
I raised my head in prayer,
searching for the answer.
And how suddenly it came,
I heard a voice
say Put your faith in what you can not see.
So I put my faith beyond me,
and I noticed the warmth from the wind
as it rolled over me, and I looked to the sky
and saw a faint smile, and my cloak blew from me,
the wind tossing it into a golden hand
clenched into a fist. Over rags of dirty cloaks,
they seemed to dissolve one by one;
my mens problems were solved!
Stripped from their back, their fears disappeared
as the man with golden hands wore their burdens,
they each whispered their praise,
Thank you, Oh Savior