The Ballad of Penlee

Sunday morning There's a cold wind Down by the Tatterdoo Rocks are scarred with blue No one saw her Like a seabird Fly high the crested waves Saw her fall from grace Solomon Brown Solomon Brown Facing the storm alone Losing your way home Can you hear me? There's a cruel sea God knows how hard we tried Save us from this night Solomon Brown Solomon Brown Facing the storm alone Losing your way home Sunday morning There's a cold wind Down by the Tatterdoo Rocks are scarred with blue Solomon Brown Solomon Brown Facing the storm alone Losing your way