"White Frontier" lyrics

"White Frontier"

From the first light ray, to the midnight clear
Can we carve a way through this white frontier?

How the frostbite mangles, blackened fingers all
Sailors round their candles share their bitter thrall
Grasp your boots and shovels, hundred miles or so
Teeth rattle like raindrops, on and on it goes

From the first light ray, to the midnight clear
Can we carve a way through this white frontier?

Some, we send you westward, marching toward the sun
Some into the south-lands, where the rivers run
Maybe somewhere Eastern, Moscow can't be far
Bring us back some hope boys, lest we cross the bar

From the first light ray, to the midnight clear
Can we carve a way through this white frontier?
From the first light ray, to the midnight clear
Can we carve a way through this white frontier?

(Now the waters have turned)
Should have left with the birds
As the ice advances

Heaven, when they find us, angels at our ease
Left behind our statues on the frozen seas
Once a shapely vessel, now a charnel house
Drag her back to England, lay our bodies down

Will they ever know, of our last goodbye?
In the cold and dark of the crushing night

From the first light ray, to the midnight clear
Can we carve a way through this white frontier?


Writer(s): Andrew Robert Yates, Jonathan Michael Peter Darley, Robert James Alexander Sattin
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