Drake

歌詞

The western counties point to the sea I stand unsteady on the shore The ebbing tide drags my steps from under me Now it will carry me once more To trace a circle round the oceans of the earth I'll place a band of Spanish gold On this cold finger of the land of my birth They would steal to have and hold Out of the night I'll send them fear and flame In oaken ships of fiery death Their straying children they'll gather at my name And learn to fear a dragon's breath From these red cliffs I will dive into the sun And into history Until from Plymouth Hoe the beating of my drum From leaden slumber will summon me In times of trial will recall my restless bones And read once more upon the page How a poor Westcountry man once stood before a throne And how his plunder bore a golden age.