Christy Moore - On morecambe bay

^AmOut beyond the street lamps, where the ^Emcalliopes roar ^AmPast the wrack and samphire, ^Embeyond the shore I've se^Cen them walking through the tide, as the ^Dsus2rain cuts through the spray ^AmChinese cockle pickers on the ^Emsands of Morecambe ^Ebay ^AmI stood beside them in the corner shop, and ^Emin the market too ^AmI should have spoken to them, told them ^Emeverything we knew ^CLike our mothers told us, as ^Dsus2we went out to play ^AmNever try to race and tide, on the ^Emsands of Morecambe ^EBay

For the ^Ctide is the devil, it will ^Grun you out of breath ^FRace you to the seashore, ^Gchase you to your d^Eeath The ^Ctides the very devil, and the ^Gdevil has its day On the ^Flonely cockle ^Gbanks of Morecambe ^Ambay

^AmSaw them sending money orders home, t^Emheir hard earned pay ^AmTales of crossing borders, on the ^Emroad to Morecambe bay ^CSleeping in crowded rooms, on ^Dsus2cold hard floors ^AmSuch dreamless life, is ^Emnot worth dying ^Efor

^AmAnd now we see them in the distance, laid out ^Emin the morning light ^AmMigrant workers, twenty ^Emthree were drowned last night ^CThere final phone calls, halfway ^Dsus2round the world crossed As ^Ambetween two river estuaries, they ^Emraced the tide and ^Elost

For the ^Ctide is the devil, it will ^Grun you out of breath ^FRace you to the seashore, ^Gchase you to your d^Eeath The ^Ctides the very devil, and the ^Gdevil has its day On the ^Flonely cockle ^Gbanks of Morecambe ^Ambay In F^Cugian and Xelang, they ^Gmourn their next of kin ^FGang masters, with snake tattoos, calling^G money loans back ^Ein ^CBroken hearted parents, watch their ^Gchildren stole away To die ^Fupon the cockle ^Gbanks of Morecambe ^Ambay

The ^Amtides the very devil, and the ^Emdevil has its day On the ^Flonely cockle ^Gbanks of Morecambe ^Ambay