Interpret:

Mark Knopfler

Album:

Get Lucky

They had a last supper the day of the beaching 
She's a dead ship sailing skeleton crew 
The galley is empty, the stove pots are cooling 
What's left of the stew 
The time is approaching, the captain moves over 
The hangman steps in to do what he's paid for 
With the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead steaming 
And he drives her hard into the shore 


So far from the Clyde 
Together we ride, we did ride 


A drift to a wave from her bows to her rudder 
Bravely she rises to meet with the land 
Under their feet you can feel the Kings shudder 
The shallow sea washes their hands 
Later the captain shakes hands with the hangman 
Climbs slowly down to the oily wet ground 
Goes back to the car that has come here to take him 
Through the graveyard back to the town 


So far from the Clyde 
Together we ride, we did ride 


They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches 
Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time 
They sworn on her carcass with torches and axes 
Like a whale on a bloody shoreline 
Stripped of her pillars her stays and her stanchions 
When it's only her bones on the wet poison land 
Steel robbers will drag her with winches and engines
Till it's only a stain on the sea


So far from the Clyde 
Together we ride, we did ride
So far from the Clyde 
Together we ride, we did ride