Blast From The Past

At the turn of the century, all are now gone
Good times make us weak, Hard times make us strong
From a pride sunken super ship, to wars to end all wars
Think we'd learn from history do we learn no more

Brick and mortar everywhere, sun low in the east
seagulls in the salty air, an ocean brings a feast
memories of yesteryear, ships sail all around
many tales of this day in history will go down

One ship from Norway and another one from France
Moving in the morning and meeting not by chance
One blast for right of way, two for not to yield
The final blast hear far away blew them straight to hell

Gathering on the street gazing out windows
Citizens entertained by the spectacle
Frederick the fisherman, Billy the baker
Good for them not to know when they'd meet their maker

It was 8:45 am the damage not severe
But barrels full of Benzol happen to be near
Fire on the waterline spreading up the side
Captain said: "boys abandon ship" there was nowhere to hide

One ship from Norway and another one from France
Moving in the morning and meeting not by chance
One blast for right of way, two for not to yield
The final blast hear far away blew them straight to hell

Compassion, help and sympathy came from far and wide
Traveling here and traveling there like the changing of the tide
Put their shoulders to the wheel so no one else would die

In the early hours of morning all along the coast
If you sit down silently you can fell the presence of their ghosts
Urging us to carry on, down your spine you feel a chill
Telling all their children, its time now to rebuild

At the turn of the century, all are now gone
Good times make us weak, hard times make us strong
Sinking of that great ship, wars to end all wars
Think we'd learn from history
Do we learn no more