(Eric Bogle)
Chorus:
But to every sailor comes the time to drop anchor
Haul in the sails and make the lines fast
You deep-water dreamer, your journey is over
You're safe in the harbour at last
Have you stood by the ocean on a diamond-hard morning
And felt the horizon stir deep in your soul
Watched the wake of a steamer as it cut through blue water
Been gripped by a fever you just can't control
Ah, to throw off the shackles and fly with the seagulls
To where green waves tumble 'fore a driving sea wind
Or to lie on the decking on a warm summer's evening
Watch the red sun fall burning beneath the earth's rim
Some men are sailors, but most are just dreamers
Held fast by the anchors they forge in their mind
Who in their hearts know they'll never sail over deep water
To search for a treasure they're afraid they won't find
So in sheltered harbours they cling to their anchors
Bank down the boilers and shut down the steam
And wait for the sailors to return with their treasures
That will fan the dull embers and fire up their dreams
And some men are schemers who laugh at the dreamers
Take the gold from the sailors and turn it to dross
They're men in a prison, they're men without vision
Whose only horizon is profit and loss
So when storm clouds come sailing across your blue ocean
Hold fast to your dreaming for all that you're worth
For as long as there are dreamers there will always be sailors
Bringing back their bright treasures from the corners of the earth
Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
