Il testo della Uk shanty

January always brings a fear of creatures
Strong-holdings and salt in places yet to heal
Crying at the site of strings

She was there when they came for you
A great man and the child in you
Enough when i take you far from here
Enough to cut a morning view

Strange how a sound could change your feelings

Staring wide and dirty breathing
I remember how a calling came in
Scared of deceiving and all i could hear was "run!"

The fire, the fire

January always brings a fear of creatures
Strong-holdings and salt in places yet to heal
Crying at the site of strings