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The Journey
I wake to the sound of the coal scuttle rattle
As my father sets the fire and lights the lamp
That casts it’s shadows and flickering light
And cracks a chink in the long dark night
I pull the blankets over my head
I don’t want to leave the snuggle of my bed
I’m just waiting for the morning
I slip out of bed down the creaky stair
There’s ice on the windows and I feel the heat from
The Raeburn in the kitchen
And it draws me in
And I dress in the heat
And the day begins
And I don’t want to move from the friendly heat
But the door opens wide and there’s rain and there’s sleet and I’m
Waiting for the morning
Then we’re out the door, the sky’s still black
The trailer’s on the tractor with a bale of hay
That’s a seat for the journey and
The engine coughs and catches
And it’s then we’re off
“The boat’s on time” my father says
And the drizzle falls and wets our hair
And the tractor growls and we’re nearly there
Just waiting for the morning
There’s a flame in the distance as we make our way
Down the jetty to the shed and Para’s there
The rain runs in rivers from his oilskin coat
As he shows us inside, with the creels and floats
And you feel his strength
And you lean on him like a rock
The engine idles as the ferry-boat swings
On her ropes, ready as the journey begins
And Donald’s grumpy, but Donald’s there
you’re never scared when Donald’s there
Waiting for the morning
The ferry-boat eases out from the pier
Hits the first wave and we’re soaked with spry
Someone squeals but we’re not scared
You’re never scared when Donald’s there
The ship looms huge in the shadow light
Then we’re in the lea, Para ties a rope
And the door opens up on the side of the ship
There’s hands that grab you as you tumble and trip
And scramble up the ladder with a helping hand
the journey’s over before it began
and we’re
Still waiting for the morning
WRITERS
Donald MacNeill, Roberto Diana
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC
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