Push for PORTER

Glen Reid

The seagulls are calling and the wind is in the sails
And she's fast moving out to the sea
On a ship bound for St John three thousand miles away
A human cargo my comrades and me

Farewell my green valleys, God keep you the same
If in only my mind you will be
I'm sailing dark waters to far America
Never more my green valleys to see

It hurts me to think of the things I left behind
Though the famine has blackened our land
And to look for the scenes that I might never find
Is a problem that now is at hand

There's a fever a-raging and the wind has died away
And the journey can no longer be
And the plague is a shadow that lingers night and day
Far above our green valleys I'll be