Thousands Are Sailing - Live At The Olympia, Paris / 2012

The island, it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up, a famished man
Who fortune could not save

Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the White House
Or were they from the five and dime?

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry?
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry?

"Ah, no", says he, "it was not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name"

Thousands are sailing across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing across the western ocean
Their bellies full, their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance to the music and they dance

In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We walked hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street

We said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen
Dear old Times Square's favourite bard

Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
And we danced to the music and we dance

Thousands are sailing across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery
Wherever we go we celebrate the land that makes us refugees
From fear of priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we danced to the music and we dance

And we danced to the music and we dance
And we danced to the music and we dance
And we danced to the music and we dance

And here's Spider again
This is for Louise
I love you, darling
It's called "Repeal Of The Licensing Laws"
And it's in the key of D (G)