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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sons of Town Hall
Sons of Town Hall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DAVID FRIEDLAND
DAVID FRIEDLAND
Songwriter
Ben Parker
Ben Parker
Songwriter

Lyrics

I was born in the wake of war
My daddy lost all he was fighting for
But I never agreed with what he believed
I crossed the ocean as a stowaway
You know the sea don't listen to the prayers you pray
I was knuckle and bone when I washed ashore
I'm the son of the butcher man
The blood ran thick through both my father's hands
I was always afraid when the work was through
Momma said better find your way
I wish I could but I can't keep you safe
There were tears in her eyes but I didn't cry
I said blow wild winds blow
Lord you know I've been sinking low
Wherever I wander wherever I roam
Wild winds blow me far from home
Kicked around for a year or two
You know trouble slips through every crack in you
If I had more to lose that too would be gone
Always running from the past I know
I worked so hard but had nothing to show
Something needed to give I just couldn't on
I said blow wild winds blow
Lord you know I've been sinking low
Wherever I wander wherever I roam
Wild winds blow me far from home
La da dum da da dum da da dum
La da da da da da dum da da da da dum
La da dum da da dum da da dum
Da da da dum da da da dum
Then one night there was a change of fate
At the old star pub by the dockside gate
Strange who you'll meet when you need it most
Looking back it's where it all began
We crossed the ocean for another land
And we heard a song through the salt and stars
It went blow wild winds blow
Lord you know I've been sinking low
Wherever I wander wherever I roam
Wild winds blow me far from home
Wild winds blow me far from home
Wild winds blow me far from home
Written by: Ben Parker, DAVID FRIEDLAND
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