Each Man Songtext

von Seth Lakeman

We stood upon the farthest shore, with the honesty of youth.
Here we have our blood and toil, as we dare to speak the truth.
In the core of good old Albion, where the masters made their rules.
Here we fear a devils tune, to dance that you could fool us.

We spoke the grace of unity, and six of us stood strong.
A kinship and a company in the face of fought she'd wrong
For where could there be suffering in a fair and decent wage.
When a force stands up by his word in a passion of that age

Each man will stand his ground,
Each man will rise.
Each man will stand his ground,
Each man will rise.

All our fears came tumbling when they sent us to be tried.
Down upon the southern sea, to a dark and desperate life.
Yet all the months and years I served, I drank for England's heart.
For in this wicked servitude I wish to play my part.

Each man will stand his ground,
Each man will rise.
Each man will stand his ground,
Each man will rise.

My body shall not have its sleep, when I crave to finally lie.
With the bells caught off for faithful in this church while I reply.
It's cool, the journey summons us no more to be abreast.
A voice to find his union, a place to find his rest.

Each man will stand his ground,
Each man will rise.
Each man will stand his ground,
Each man will rise.