UK Shanty
January always brings a fear of creaturesStrong-holdings and salt in places yet to healCrying at the site of stringsShe was there when they came for youA great man and the child in youEnough when I take you far from hereEnough to cut a morning view
Strange how a sound could change your feelingsStaring wide and dirty breathingI remember how a calling came inScared of deceiving and all I could hear was "run!"
The fire, the fire
January always brings a fear of creaturesStrong-holdings and salt in places yet to healCrying at the site of stringsShe was there when they came for youA great man and the child in youEnough when I take you far from hereEnough to cut a morning view